By Inet Morudu:
I am drained.
Drained of my joy,
as if it wasn't enough for you,
like a drop of blood isn't enough for a vampire,
you had to suck my confidence too.
I feel you drain the gaiety out of me.
With a smile, you insult me.
With your selfishness
you push me out of the way of appreciation.
I shrink into the background.
Your Parasitic presence too tight.
Friend, it's always about you.
you demote me from friend to vacuum.
Only remembering me when the abode is dusty.
I become a victim.
A victim of your selfishness.
I am always giving, you forever taking.
Never returning an ounce of the sincerity I send.
I am always listening but never listened to.
I even understand,
but am never understood.
I am always accepting but never accepted.
the inner me is decaying
all because of you friend.
Slowly, silently I hope and pray
you will recover from “it's all about me” syndrome.
You have been blabbering far too long to recover.
Slowly, slowly 'friend'
I will detach myself from you.
you will remember that I was here. I lived. I loved.