This poem describes a friend realizing their friend has changed and trying to make peace that.

Your fishing for compliments
Waiting for someone to pay attention.
But in all reality you’re fishing for confidence.
You know nothing but yourself
Asking for the facts
Put them in a box; away on your shelf.
I try to break down that wall
You’ve built to save yourself
You have such a way of making me feel so small.

There was once a time,
I called you my friend
Now I don’t know when
This hell is gonna end.
Shut me down
And shut me out
I don’t know you anymore.

One night stand here,
One nasty look there,
I don’t even care.
Remember that mix tape that I made,
You throw it to the side.
And you tell me how you just got laid.
Well guess what, I’m over it.
The passive aggressive bullshit,
So go on and cry and throw that hissy fit.
You’re not my friend no more,
I don’t feel bad for slamming that door,
Guess what I lied – you are a whore.
I’m wondering what the protocol is
For ending this thing we call friendship.
So stranger I guess we’re done.
We are through.
This time wasted on me and you.
Goodbye…
Cuz I don’t know you.