Mole

A poem about perceived imbalance in friendship. Frustration from a friend seemingly picking and choosing for his/her convenience.

You hide in your burrow
and whine when dirt's in your eye
You kick it up at others,
but when they do the same you cry

The sun won't shine at your whim
and it doesn't revolve around you
Sometimes I wonder if you're dim
because you don't see the truth

It isn't hunky-dory when you say so
You're not a stop light,
so you can't tell me to go
You're not always right

I don't give you that dirty look
and I don't kick up dust
Is my lip on some kind of hook
when I give you my trust?

You are not special
neither amazing nor pathetic
When I say you drive me mental
I'm not trying to be poetic

Sometimes I wish your mouth
would just fill up with dirt
My lip corners wouldn't go south
if you'd shut up and do your work

You don't get to choose
whether you're above or below
It's a stupid ruse you use
As if you don't know

Sometimes I want to fill that burrow
and keep your f*****g face down there
I don't know if it makes me shallow
to say I don't know why I care

Author's Note

opinions welcome