Chapter VII: Friends
There's one question that remains,
Where are the ones that made him glad?
Though none remained and thus stains,
Friendships forgotten they had.
At present times, still had none,
But pain burns, insult and mock!
Though they say he lacks of fun,
Yet they not know what's in stock!
"Y'all having fun of yourselves?
Don't you just care what I feel?
Laughing, insulting like elves,
Skinning me like a fruit peel.
Ok, tell I'm a bad friend,
Thou I say y'all don't need me!
Thou must y'all just pretend?
Suffer silently to be.
Think yet again thou must say,
Should y'all think that I just pray?!
Thy sword bought shall cut and slay,
Against the sins y'all should pay!
Promises that you all broke,
Like a building turned to dust,
Why suppose you say I spoke?
Because y'all say I'm disgust.
Am I to y'all just a curse?
Afraid to approach so tense?
Thou just think that I speak worse,
Since y'all just say that I'm dense!
Hear me out 'cause I speak,
It ain't easy in a week,
Am I just frightful you seek?
I am NOT! Don't be so geek!
Are you really my true friends?
Then tell me what's thy meaning,
I was with y'all in your trends,
But gone when I was losing.
Hast thou to me forsaken?
Don't y'all feel with empathy?
Thoughts and feelings have shaken,
Therefore y'all with sympathy.
Say that I misunderstand,
Not a grudge, I'm just saying,
When did y'all lend me a hand?
Of course, just once and preying.
Say that I am that crazy!
Of all heart-wrenching mistakes,
Though that makes me so lazy,
What hurts more than my heart breaks.
The truth is I'm just confused,
Pray tell I am not angry,
To what point that I was used?
Such have wasted so frankly.
For an oak tree that bears fruit,
Take and pick, it will make more,
Time have passed, where has thou loot?
Forgotten, no more it bore.
Thus I say when I'll be gone,
Either that y'all take that note,
Once the moon have past the dawn.
It fades away in a float.
Just be careful of thy words,
It's a bow and an arrow,
If not pointed on the herds,
Hits in contrast so as flow.
Thou say we have our own will,
But what closure does it blocks,
For we follow it but still,
Pleasures we have, hard as rocks."
The latter then walks away,
Like a termite from the ants,
No food but taken at bay,
Full of pain and full of rants.