My Feelings Comments

*Sometimes I am jealous of my sister for she has a friend, A friend that understands her and loves her, for who she is, 'i dont see how this is really possible, but when i first read this line it felt like it rhymed, i know you werent trying to do that but thats almost pure engenius' and i sometimes do that at night, but friends are the last thing ive ever worried about, cause to tell you the truth any of them you make are gone in a year or two, not to be so morbid but its true or atleast i think it is...but great poem...made me smile even though its depressing...sorry...