I hate it when you talk
especially when it’s about me.
You act like you own everything
that pisses me off!
You keep telling me how to treat others
well, you aren’t perfect, either.
I don’t want to hurt you
but you should try to understand me.
I understand that your life is messed up
but so is mine.
Maybe that’s why we get along
but then again we fight.
That’s what we do
and that’s why you’re a friend.
Friends get along
but then fight, too.
I’d call you a friend
but you’re more than that.
You’re there for me
and that’s why you’re my BEST FRIEND!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem