It's been more than four years now,
Four long, restless years. You have been
With me for so long, through everything
And anything, but somehow we are not friends
In fact, I despise you; No matter what, you always
Make me feel down, even if it's been a great day
You don't care. I keep thinking of when you will
Leave to let me rest in peace. I long for that day
But as the days go by and my mental state only
Gets worse, I'm afraid that my peace of mind
Will never come.
-Scott Chaires
