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
