What?

questions I'd like to ask a "frenemy"

 

What did I ever do to you,

You so hurt and so alone

In mind, soul, and heart so chained

By events that shaped that tortured soul?

 

What did I ever do to you,

One so weakened by prolonged grief

For all that was that is now lost

In your world of pain and insecurity?

 

Your misery, so obvious

To me, though not to others,

Get in your way for everything,

Making you torture me for comfort.

 

Your insecurity, visible

To me and to the others surrounding

Through your words and your voiced desire

To take me down and leave me for death.

 

What did I ever do to you,

For we are both broken and alone

The same way (though not as dramatic),

To deserve your unkind heart and mind?

 

What will you keep doing to me,

One who is maybe wiser than you,

One who has no idea what wisdom is,

Or how to acquire and then possess it?