Self Indulgence

I spat my dummy out again,
Behind the screen, the nice guy’s true colours show,
A constant drone of how life’s just a woe.
We’re all friends here, but this just isn’t me.
You seem so competative, scanning every word.
Making it all about you, haven’t you heard?
Your friend would do anything, they’ve proven it true.
Their loyalty’s solid, but you can’t see it through.
your attitude’s a fog, obscuring what’s clear.
But your friends see the line, the one you hold so dear.
A boundary was set, a line you chose to cross,
Leaving us all here to count the biiter loss.