Your Friend Is Not Your Friend

You’ve never decided
A thing for yourself
You don’t follow through
Or stick to the course

You’ve no self-esteem
You lack the discipline
Of a well-trained dog
Or a horse

You do nothing unless
Your friend says it’s cool
And you live by their
Useless suggestion

Your mirthless friend
Is a clueless shit,
But you still never think
To question

You could break away
And leave them behind
But you know they’d mock
And shame you

So, instead, you’re unhappy,
You imprison yourself
And you let them
Control and tame you

Your failures make
Your “friend” feel better
But you think it’s wise counsel
And affection

Their “guidance” is a curse,
Guides you into the ditch,
It keeps you lonely
And lacking connection

©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell 

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Author: Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.

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