The Friend

There is a friend I know,
who tells me secrets and tell me lies.
He tells me jokes to make me laugh
and insults to make me cry.

I know this friend who has my back
when trouble occurs.
Also the one to push me ahead
and say, “You’re on your own.”

Since the age of six,
we have been inseparable.
For twenty long years and yet…
No one likes him.

Then one day, I understood the reason
as I saw the gruesome sight before me.
Tears filled my eyes as I held
the smoking gun in my hand.

I begged the police officer to listen;
that it was also my friend. Not just me!
He told me to do the crime!
It wasn’t just me, I swear!

Now I sit the padded cell,
listening to my friend giggling
inside my mind where he
has always been.