The World of Poems

Friends

Friends

Friends,

they write you a song,

and you follow along.

A song about friendship.

Friends,

they give you all these presents,

and pretend they didn't cost a dime,

because you don't wanna feel bad.

Friends,

they're the best thing that could happen to you,

and keep your secrets in place,

because they love you.

And then here's what happens.

They screw up the song,

and take back all the presents,

and then they give away all your secrets.

I hate friends.

They stab you in the back.

Hard.

They leave you scarred.

Friends suck.

And when you want to be their friend again,

they deny,

and say, 'We have to keep our distances,'

so you leave them feeling like idiots,

because you know distances is grammatically incorrect.

I'd like to kick all of them.

And the two that you trusted the most

push you down,

and don't pick you up

and then they act like you pushed them down.

They start the fight,

and blame it all on you.

And they push you around like a toy,

and beat you,

and scar you,

and screw up the song,

and ditch you,

for each other.

When you finally are friends again,

they completely ignore you.

Because they are like that.

And it keeps happening.

You get better,

And they start seeming bad to other people,

But they get better to other people

You feel like you don't need them anymore,

but then you follow them.

And it gets worse.

Because then they just bash on you,

to stop following them.

But it gets better, finally.

Because they start treating you nice.

And following you

I'm waiting for them to say they actually want to be my friend.

So I can do the same thing to them.