She smiles a lot, if not all the time.
She compliments to the point of annoyance,
but I don't entirely mind.

My throat aches from constant shouting
and release of my angst,
but that's who she is.

She thinks of herself as an "extra",
but life wouldn't be the same without her.
She still has a place in my heart.

You have so much talent and potential,
you're fun to be around,
and we surely have a bond.

I tell you "I hate you",
I demand, "Shut up,
but remember, I love you, friend.