Brisk

They called it friendship,
Did you know how many times they sullied you,
They harassed you,
How could the blind you see it,
Wasn’t it you who went knocking,
Opening old wounds,
Adding salt to them plainly,
I do laugh at you,
For the times you stuck with them,
Your thinking you was the player,
You wasn’t even a pawn on the piece,
Just the tool to the board,
Do thoughts of them still flood in your mind,
Do you still feel regretful when you hear them talk,
It was just next door,
He almost had you,
You even pretended nothing happened,
I was all too stupid then,
It wasn’t for fun,