Spoken
words in heated tones
accusations
flare
The
thought that a trusted friend
doesn't
really care ~
Feelings
of hurt and anger
filter
through your mind
How
can a friend you respected,
be so
horribly unkind?
The phone
rings, a familiar voice
speaks
so angrily
Upset
and beyond annoyed,
why
does he accuse me?
What
have I done to upset you,
why
take it out on me?
But
you're too annoyed to see beyond
the
anger you perceive.
A heated
word spoken in anger,
cuts
deep into my heart
This
war between two old friends
I did
not even start!
It wasn't
me who played the game
but
it fell into my hands
And
you expected me to play along,
but
you didn't understand....
I wanted
no part of an argument,
no part
of any hate,
I didn't
want to lose a friend
I considered
to be a mate ~
I didn't
want to say the things
that
came into my head;
We both
were angry and we should have
thought
things through instead.
But words
came flying out of our mouths
making
uncalled-for threats
Like
spitting words of hate, we spoke
with
such total disrespect ~
Refusal
of co-operation
to calm
the situation down
You
made your point by antagonising,
and
refusing to back down.
You seemed
so smug, behind your door
holding
every ace,
I was
pushed into a corner
but
I couldn't see your face ~
You
wouldn't open the door to me
but
if you had, you see,
The
situation wouldn't have escalated
into
"world war three"!
I don't
like to be ignored
or to
be pushed around,
I don't
like to be walked over
or to
be put down ~
I am
not a doormat for your feet
or someone
to hold the blame,
I'm
just someone who's been your friend
through
the years of hardship and pain.
Don't
forget I've always been there
for
the both of you
I may
not have always been perfect,
but
then, neither have you ~
We've
always had our differences,
but
that's what compliments
The
both of us together,
that's
what's made us friends.
I admit,
I lost my temper,
there
is no excuse for that
But
I was backed into a corner
and
I didn't know how to react ~
But
though I never started this war
I did
participate
And
for my part, I apologise,
I should've
remained temperate.
So are
we going to let these heated words
spoken
in distaste
Ruin
the friendship that we share
and
the faults we tolerate?
Although
anger overwhelmed us both,
pride
comes before a fall,
When
push comes to shove we must make a choice;
do we
back down, or lose it all?
©
Christina
25th
November, 2002
