I love them and sometimes I hate them,
I need them but yet sometimes I want them far away.
I hurt their feelings sometimes but expect them not to hurt mine.
I wish they would be this or that sometimes but I love them the way they are always.
They are funny and loud,
They are quiet and reserved.
They are obnoxious and immature,
They are clingy and needy.
They are sometimes rude,
They are sometimes mean.
They don’t always understand me,
They don’t always listen.
Some secretly hate me,
Some secretly can’t live without me.
Some don’t really care,
Some don’t know what to say.
But in all these that they have,
I will still love them all the same though.
And I most definitely need them too.
To survive in this cold but wonderful world.