Published: October 7, 2010

When I think of the friend you are

It is only in terms of a laxative superlative,

Shittiest.

Because obviously I’m there when you need me

But when you don’t need me, I’m there.

Piteous.

Then I write out of spite

Shed light on the fight in my mind

Keep the right to be

Anonymous.

About you, not me. You know me.

But you don’t see me when

There’s a lack of convenience

I’m hidden, invisible.

Hideous.