Not Fond To Fake

I’m not asking you to be my friend
I’m not asking for your reciprocation
of me I know that lends
a give and take,
a desire to want to make
a bond of compassion
one we’re not fond to fake
If we were made in the same mold
If the blood we bled set in stone
then naturally we would conspire,
we would stack together
Forcing a front, lying to trump
a desire we don’t believe
in a dream we don’t want