They look at me like I play with toys.
I cannot stand the insolence I endure.
They call me their friend? Ha.
I’ve known no friend to be
The subject spit from split-tongued sin,
And spite-filled quips of sarcasm.
Now it is time to make a choice.
My so-called friends have all abandoned
Their integrity and I am bound by insecurity
To pass off their unwanted passive
Aggression as if it’s my duty.
I anticipate the tension in my voice.
The door is a cement block as I nudge it.
I Shiver. It’s dim, and, and, languid.
I can’t imagine what it’s like
To be walking into a backwards
surprise party, built upon masks and
unfriendly charades. I wonder...
This was originally written April 23, 2008. It is a poem that had a lot of emotion in it, and I am very proud of it. I had worked on it for quite some time, several weeks if I recall correctly.
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