I have been working on this poem for a while now and want to share it with you all. Friendships are supposed to be kind, right? But our is toxic enough to burn my skin. Your laughs are filled with rusty nails, flying past me, scratching into my skin, leaving scars, both inside and out. All you do is turn against me when it suits you, only you. Crushing my spirit and the people around me, I need to escape. Find a way to leave but I am trapped in the shackles of your expectations. You want me to play along, like an animal in a cage, frightened and alone. Annoyed so easily, you forget that I am human too. If I tried, I could move on, forget but I never forget, just like the elephant in the rooms with us. It’s tough, holding grudges is like Holding thorns, sharp ones that dig into your skin, but the pain, the pain always makes you want more. Existing around you is like being in a glass house, surrounded by rock- filled catapults. One wrong move, and my fragile world crumbles, right in front of my eyes. Everything I worked for, gone. Those tear-soaked pillows would mean nothing. Nothing. All those times I listened. To your over-the-top rants about our friends, putting up with your spoilt attitude, only for you to turn on me. Again and again. Friendships are supposed to be kind, but ours is not. I don't even know if I could call it a friendship. Previous: non-existent Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1212298467/
