Sometimes I feel like a weed
Standing awkwardly in a field of grass
Trying to hide myself
Perhaps if I'm still enough
No one will notice I'm different

And sometimes
I am brave enough to stand up
And I find I am not alone
I am one of many
All of us weeds
Standing taller together
Throwing our thoughts into the wilderness

-HM Braverman

This poem was born out of the frustration of finding yourself unable to truly be yourself with your friends.  I am struggling with a friend whom I admire, but with whom I feel I can never be truly me.