A History of Friends

Disclaimer :
A) The people that are mentioned in this entry are my actual long lost friends. None of them are actually YOU. So stop suspecting it.
B) The people mention in this post are all good people. This post is about my childish, one sided opinon of friends last time. I think i should be different now.

I'm jealous of you my friend,
And you are the only one that make me feel that way.
I never really understood why, but this sharp sense of jealousy struck whenever I see you.
Maybe because you are good looking,
Maybe its because you are popular.
Whenever you appears, everyone turn into Robin, while you smartly don the Batman suit.
All attention is on you, the world changes its axis for you.
You were never really better than me, yet I feel inferior to you.
Despite being a friend of yours, I secretly gloat at you misfortunes.
The guilt makes me unable to sleep at night.
I'm writing this cause you never knew about this blog,
I'm sorry that you make me feel this way.

I hate you my friend,
You really irritate me.
You try to one up everyone, your ego is ever expanding.
You want to be right all the time.
Being superior to others is your goal in life.
Friends like me, around your side, takes your constant humiliation and insult, so that you can feel better. We just play along.
Most of the time you are wrong but none of us bother to correct you. You should know that most of us fear you. We just play along.
Secretly I pity you cause you live in a world of your own, ruled by you own supremacy.
I'm writing this cause you never knew about this blog,
I might just stab you if I saw you on the streets some day.

I like you my friend,
I think you will make a perfect wife.
I hope to have a daughter that's just like you.
Yet, I don't like you in a way a guy will like his girl friend.
You feel more like a family to me.
In this confusion I never knew how to react,
I still don't.
But I secretly hope that you like me.
I'm writing this cause you never knew about this blog,
I'm sorry I never told you this... cause I couldn't even explained it.

I pity you my friend,
I think you are suffering from depression.
I knew how serious it is but yet... I didn't bother.
I was too caught up with my stuff to care.
I was there, I saw the signs, yet I didn't help you.
Your constant self pity irritates me.
I secretly hope that you will kill yourself and end your troubles... and mine (which is you).
But I knew that I will feel guilty if anything happens to you.
I'm writing this cause you never knew about this blog,
I hope you will be happy one day.