Secret Stash

The scowl of Forever   
unwanted expressions 
Plastered on so many faces 
From men to women   
With all the concern  lugged on there backs, 
without help to take any burden off   
 
One golden angel out of millions, will open there hearts and try to help the stray 
A friend of the empty wealthy   
The destitute poor   
A silent assassin of problems   
From men to women   
Of all ages and races   
Friend of the friendless   
Without reaping any benefits   
Trying to take a tiny bit of a load off   
Anyone’s back 
But some do not relish in the fact that they deserve that help 
They want to harbor it all   
With all the gilt, of past and present   
Lingering in there mind, words whispering they did it all to themselves   
Except no aid   
Determined to stay in a darkened faze of time. 
 
 
I'm the friend amidst the air 
Breathed into your hungry lungs 
I am the friend with many many names 
Names that greet you like welcome mats 
Relaxing your mind, your soul, and your body 
Inhale me my friend, me the great herb of herbs 
Set me free from the dime bags they keep me captive in 
Break me apart and roll me into my warm blanket 
Tuck me in tight, I'll sleep better 
As you set my body ablaze, freeing my soul into the air 
Inhaling my spirit I will set you free 
Free from all your problems 
I'm the friend who is always here 
To help your problems go away 
My name is Mary Jane