Pissing on graves of the people who hate you.
Damning your friends for being themselves and not what you want.
We must let go.
Live for ourselves,
for our own happiness.
You keep pushing,
I keep pushing.
Opposite forces,
eager but unmoving energy wasted on a useless friendship.
Turn away,
bury your face,
and cry some more.
Unmoving.
Unchanging.
Slave of emotion.