1st September 2023

autumnal mist

opening a new season

damp washing

© Rachel Green September 2023

Mom

didn't like my friends;

thought they were taking advantage

of my desperate need to be liked

and she was probably right;

I'd do anything to be accepted socially

and dreaded that childhood threat:

"I won't be your friend anymore."

I doubt I've changed;

just become more insular

and far less trusting of the motives

of people in general.

I wouldn't like me, if I wasn't me

and I profess to be.

© Rachel Green September 2023