perhaps it is like now, in these moments,
when you realize that your friends give but a fuck about you,
and would rather chase glory,
than to be with you, who gives them nothing
but kindness and reassurance, pointless assets,
to a god like you.
perhaps one day I’ll gather just enough courage,
to tell you all fuck off.
perhaps when I realize that what I want is in front of me,
and everything else can go to Hell.
All you want is people to worship you,
instead of just be kind and funny and enjoy your company.
Your pride is worth more than your heart.