The mediator has become the deviator,
the facetious two headed betrayer
of conjectures and accusations, I'm probably centered in all of it
and i seek the explanation for what you are to me
you show nothing in your emotions,
you do nothing to assuage the situation
so here i am on this fallen stand
waiting for an answer, my 4 year friend
we haven't been close, you and I
but when i ask for more people turn away and sigh
by my own hand I've dissolved
the love and friendship just because.
I'm me, I'm me i haven't changed
not from young nor into old age
I'm me just the way i am
hurtful, direct
but still your friend.
a poem made to finish my log
a stanza each to dedicate my thoughts
feelings made and feelings that become
hatred and love and whatnot.
