Madding dance

Maddening Dance

I met you during the fall.
I would always answer your call.
I knew you meant well.
But I get sicker and sicker under your spell.

We became friends and you always mention something more. Your insides are made of sweetness, fun, and rainbows. While mine are muter and sore.

To me back then you were funny, nice, and shining. But to me now your annoying, loud, and maddening.

I always dance the same dance everyday because I know it works, but I will try a new dance if I need to.

But I can't dance this maddening and sickening dance with you anymore. I'm sorry I know you've been through hell and I don't deserve a friend like you. There's a rock of guilt forming in my stomach and it's weighing me down. But it's good for you too because of my blind eyes and everything bad I've seen I'm slowly turning insane.