You Were Wrong

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

I'm not sorry nor apologize,
That I find your friend a whining pest.
Although I am sorry and have regrets,
My candidness makes you upset.
But sorry I can not feel,
To pretend for you it is real...
When I know to me you will come,
With complaints repeatedly...
About what your whining friend again has done.

Everytime you let your defenses down,
That clown you call friend has been around.
And you expect my shoulder next to cry
With comfort that soothes all the lies you deny.
As I hear from you that my mood and attitude,
Towards you 'aint' cool.
And I'm the one left to feel the fool.

You were wrong all along.
The fool is you but you can't see it.
And you are being played to stay that way.

'Oh?
And can I rely on you,
To continue helping me recover...
From a foolishness you insist,
When I'll be needing your assistance,
Tomorrow? '

The fool is you but you can't see it.
And you are being played to stay that way.

'Yeah?
Maybe one day both of us will find cures,
For similar addictions.'

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