My self-respect comes first, I know
Being near someone who doesn't admire me hurts so
Like a broken flower vase, our bond's shattered too
This friendship without respect is a joke, what am I suppose to do?

Don't you think my respect matters as well?
Then why are we falling apart, was our connection just a shell?
I never thought I'd ask, but why are we falling chum?
Removing the fake curtain, I see the truth, and it's become
Clear that getting hate is certain, so I must succumb
To the reality that our friendship's lost, and I must move on.
© Ananya mishra