How am I supposed to know
When your my friend
And when your my enemy
When your moods swing back and
Forth like a pendullum
Burn hot and cold
Like a flickering candle?
One moment you reach out
The next you get mad for those
Of us who reach back
Your suceeding in pushing
The world away
When you need your friends!
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
Dec.28.2010