''Friend'' Poem by Edgar Arriaga

the so called friend, sly as usual finds the way to get through things, so predictable manages to connive to anything, me being foolish goes along, but not foolish enough what she tries too pull off, it trying to play a game but seems to struggle unlike before, thinks of me as a ''friend'' but really a subordinate in her life, nothing much just a puppet to mess around until one day shell get bored and move on.......