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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maven101 6 years ago from Northern Arizona

But you do have writ this poem with that very thought in your mind...sarcasm can be devastating, if you do not turn it around and slam it back at the origin...I would never allow myself to be a victim, a target, and if my friends fail me I would look at myself first and consider if my judgement of people is flawed and that perhaps I have chosen badly...

This reads less like a poem and more like self-examination...keep writing and develop more discipline in your phrasing...Thanks for the share...Larry

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dl53acy 6 years ago from East Texas

Very deep but interesting! Look forward to more.

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