by Dossie M Terrell

Created on: April 17, 2009   Last Updated: May 15, 2012

You believe you hung the galaxy, the stars and the moon,
and others' thoughts or ideas in your mind you lack room.
You ought to get off your self-appointed pedestal and get real,
you will soon find in this life, fakeness is hard to conceal.

One day your fake smile will crack your mask of a face
that looks beyond others' problems in a mindless daze.
You believe you are so brilliant and so astute;

but your reasonings are rather easy to refute.

What have you done that sets you above and apart?
Where are the credentials that deem you're so smart?
You're a user, your triumphs have been at others' expense;
if left to your own devises, all would see you have no sense.

There was a time I thought you were a true friend;
I believed for each other, our honor we would defend.
Over the years, you have magnified your own clout,
making you a legend in your own mind, without a doubt.

Gullible I am, but authentic and to myself always true;
you didn't value my friendship, that you could not construe.
No matter the task, charge, or challenge you counted on me;
I helped you in all things, my friendship knew no degree.

Today as I move forward, there's a part of me left behind,
that thinks of all the wasted years and all the wasted time.
Even the loss I feel is great, you have the most to lose,
because you thought I'd always be there, the willing fool.

I hope somewhere in a corner of your selfish myopic mind,
you will ponder true friendship and how hard it is to find.
Perhaps, you will wonder was it worth it to always pretend,
to the person who was always simply your trusting friend?

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