i don't like you and i never have
your constant attacks
the way that you make me feel fat
and frustrated
and clumsy.
and i don't understand why we call each other
the best of friends because
you're always prepared,
goggles on oxygen tank pumping
to jump down my throat for the smallest something.
you make us argue
all i try to do is share with you
you make me feel weak when i need to feel
empowered and supported
and i wish i wasn't friends with you.
what if i never knew you
but then an acronym would go to waste
and leave our girls with a sour taste.
sometimes i do hate you
that's a lie that's mostly true.