Derrek R.'s Poetry Book

Them

Why is it always them?

Why do they torture me so?

They say they are my friends,

but I don't know. 

They insult me and offend me,

but on days when I am feeling my lowest,

they cheer me up.

It is sad.

One probably hates me yet,

she is nicer than others.

One is nicer than the other one,

but she goes along the others. 

The first one insults me.

The other one goes along with her. 

Is it bad that I like one?

That one is my enemy but still my friend,

and one is my friend but also my enemy.

Why is it them?

Why is not a stranger?

I would ignore the stranger,

but these are my friends.

Why is it always them?