A real friend

I know its love,
real love,
if you make me feel uncomfortable sometimes;
my faults are not hiding under a decorative table,
they are sitting upright & able
quiet aware of a detecting stare
across the plates & dishes,
examined against their wishes,
they are acknowledged,
psycholog-ed,
feeling justified,
but deep inside
they know whats wrong,
you're right all along,
even though it makes them snarl
& cross arms,
throw food for thought in your face,
they know their place.
But my faults belong to me
however prickly they may be.
Wholly me is the only way
you can wholly love me.