Friends???

  You call yourselves friends???
 Your all there when bending,
 but who really cares,when...
 this steel wall is rending???
  Down around you all, I'll fall.
 Waiting to end it all and call,
 upon them all.
  For those few friends,
 who made me new, and
 gave ME that great grand view,
 the next shot is all you.
  Be hardy and party with this
 bicardi, cause this one's all on me.
 Now we're buzzy, kinda feelin fuzzy.
 Was that mac yakin? I don't know
 was he???
  Real friends are always there.
 But I cant bare when ya'll don't care.
 All these years I've been here, with
 no fear. Ready to hear with my half deaf
 ear. Waiting to ask, what's your problem
 this year?
   If I were to vanish while actin this frantic,
 would you all panic? When it all boils down,
 I'll just put on a frown; you all just think I'm some clown.
 But at the drop of a hat I'd pick up that bat, just to have
 your back. Yet when I'm against the wall
 none of you respond at all....
 And you call yourselves friends???
 

Reviews

[Ripple of Aqua]

So true and very relatable in just how damaged we feel after being betrayed by someone we trust.

[Crystal Marie Dreier]

I liked it, I agree with this poem a lot!

[johnnyqueer]

Sounds like you need some new ones. Cool write.

[realmwriter]

I would call them all cowards but that's just me. Seems like every time my back is against the wall I never have anyone there to back me up or help me out. Great write Bro...!