1. Idiotic Sensibility
Should a friend be a friend?
Or just remain who she is,
And forget a friend
And see her as
She’s supposed to be seen?
Should I see her?
Than she is a solid fool
Or perhaps it’s me
For giving more a privilege
And importance to a ‘friend’
Over my idiotic sensibility.
This is not me
I don’t do donkey job
Never would I want to
Ever!
But today, I did
For the word ‘friend’
And felt terribly stupid
Being against myself.
Repressing anger within
Fake love on the surface.
It’s impossible to be what I am not
For pretentious did never last.
Right!
A person should be treated well
Cared and loved.

2. Should not be pleased
And in return, feel unpleased!
There isn’t any point
In sharing and deepening
The depth of ‘weak’ in a friend.
Why would I ever?
I’d rather be an enemy
Who stands away
And in days to come,
See a better person in her.
This is me.
I shall remain my self
And let her be who she is
For I feel good
And she shall be pleased,
Over her idiotic sensibility!
19th November 2005