Dear Friend. Poem by The philosopher

I can read your mind through your eyes,
All i see is pity in disguise.
Dear friend, i can read your mind.

As i stand here pouring out my soul,
You stand there feeling glad it's sore.
Dear friend, i can read your mind.

It feels as if you are feeding upon my sorrows,
Growing stronger with each aching word that follows.
Dear friend, i despise your kind.

I can't stop these words from overflowing,
From the cracks of my heart that are growing.
Dear friend, I'm losing my mind.