They pretend to be there for you,
Until they don't like something you're doing,
and then it becomes all about them.
All about how you messed up,
All about how mad they are,
But what about how happy,
You are,
What about your feelings?
Do they think for a second,
They can control you?
Think they can leash you?
Think they can take your happiness?
Not in a million years,
Would you let them make you feel bad,
After all,
They are supposed to support you.
Supposed to love you,
Supposed to be there forever.
But if they aren't,
Were they ever friends to begin with?
Or were they just there to control you?
Keep you under raps?
Keep you from living?
In the end,
What are they,
But the same as everyone else.
