Call me weird if you must
for I do like to pretend
But I’m upset to find my trust
Has gone to a worthless friend
Perhaps I’m not acting casually
Perhaps I am high-strung
But whatever I may be
My friendship now is done
A thousand names are whispered
In the corners of my mind
Though the seeds of trust have festered
I’d like some piece of mind
To know that past companions
Whom I’d thought of as humane
Have the potential to be champions
At screwing my life, again
And if I’m acting too hasty
And, perhaps, if I have erred
I’ll find I’ve judged to basely
And good will would be repaired
But at this very moment
I’m truly not ‘okay’
For my friends have shown that
Assholes exist today
