It’s a good thing
My life is not lived seeking your approval.
Because your sideways sleights
Your quiet niggling comments that creep into my mind
They would make me miserable
If I let them.
You are not a friend.
You are a leech. I am done allowing you to feed
On my blood. It belongs to me
And while I would happily donate a pint to someone in need
I refuse to let a monster use it
To grow stronger.
Consider this ‘friendship’
I Am. Free.