Now that I took off my facade.

I have caused our friendship to fade.

You, I have betrayed.

You seem upset because of my masquerade.

I am afraid

You would sell off our friendship in a simple trade.

I feel as if we are in a perpetual, never ending crusade.

Down my face, my tears cascade.

The points I tried to make have now frayed.

The purpose of leaving me alone never evades

My mind. You claim my anger and sadness are mislaid.

They're not. I know you're tired of my long tirades.

I am too. My negativity has merely dissuade

You. I am a selfish bitch. Well, that's how I am portrayed.

It seems my welcome is well overstayed.

Now, In my hand, I have a blade.