Don't try to convince me
that I was a frightful friend
for not reaching out to you over the years.
Where were you when I went
into the hospital, and in again?
You weren't around for nearly
a decade of my head coming unhinged,
and you sigh because I
have bigger foes to fight
than friends who claim to be.
Still every time you asked of me,
I gave.
Then when it came to being a friend,
you choose to act as if
because of my mental clutter
I was somehow less human than you.
I'm not a doll you use for amusement,
and I've cut any puppet strings
that make it so.
