The sun shines too brightly on you
And your life, perhaps sometimes you
Should feel the anger that blights
Other lives. Perhaps you’d care to
Suffer all the strife, the sort of
Anguish that covers happiness and makes
One long for the end of life.
To loathe you is natural, you are
Nothing but vanity and evil wrapped
Up in one, I am done with trying
Friendship. I’m done.