Fuck Off, Dipshit

You make yourself  

Macroscopic 

In my life. 

Ostentatiously 

Parading by... 

For What? 

I see you. 

You beckon me  

To behold you. 

Your resplendence  

Is blinding. 

Then you shroud yourself 

In obscurity 

The moment I  

Call your name. 

Hidden  

Beneath a cloud  

Of ambiguity. 

Then why are you here? 

Ask yourself. 

While I am immersed 

In my contentment; 

I am your ally. 

I am your confidant. 

I am your backbone. 

I am your friend. 

When I am consumed 

With life’s obstacles 

I am your burden. 

I am your hindrance. 

I am your encumbrance. 

You’re not my friend. 

You are my light 

When I have light. 

But what are you 

Where are you 

When my light has eclipsed? 

You adorn yourself  

In camouflage 

Hoping I’ll be oblivious 

To your presence. 

But when my trial has passed 

There you are again 

As palpable as you please. 

Then why are you here? 

Ask yourself. 

You say to me, 

“Why didn’t you call on me 

For a shoulder to lean?” 

I reply, 

“Because when I looked for you, 

You couldn’t be seen. 

You said when I needed a friend  

You’d be there, 

You never checked on me 

But right now, you care? 

Fuck off.