I have a confession to make
I have a friend I am not very nice to
Everyday I tell her horrible things
I tell her that she is not very pretty
After all, she is getting old
She also doesn't work hard enough,
She really does need to do more
She isn't very smart because she didn't go to college
No wonder she doesn't have an impressive career
It must be true otherwise she would be told more often by those that love her
They tell her, but clearly they don't say it often enough
But yet she still tries so hard to make me happy
Every time I need her she is there
Every time I look in the mirror she always looks back at me
I need to be a better friend to her