Friend

One minute she is happy
next second evil.
She loves the world
and then rips off heads.
She seems to be a friend
and next mocks my being.
Yet we still stick together,
it hurts when she's gone.
I want to run from the abuse
but need the open arms.
She is my friend who
I love dearly.
But she seems to hate
my very personality.

Reviews

[Starfruitanimal]

describes a "friend" i had in childhood. give my poem "friendship" i read you may like it. very nicely done

[Sarah W. French]

Thank you