Kababalaghan ko

As I lay behind these walls of which I am protected,
In a way, I am also hindered from my true self development.
As mornings pass and go out each day,
I feel as though ther is no definite end.
As every hour pass by my lonely being,
Only a few approach me and console.
To these beings I call friends,
To these beings treat each other as their equal.
To these beings that live to serve,
To these beings there are also those who serve them.
For this is a cruel, cold world,
Full of hatred and sorrow,
Only a few approach from the crowd,
Only a few approach and identify themselves as...
FRIENDS

This poem was insired by all you out there who I consider as friends.