My Circle of Friends

Agony walks betrothed to me, and Mistrust strides along in the guise of my friend. Betrayal is my sincerest friend...a grip on my life that will not seem to let go. Why am I encircled here by these three haunting skeletons? Is it because I am such a horrible person that I warrant this maltreatment?

Agony...
Yes, my sweet lover of diffusion. Can you not see his shadow upon my face? For every time he says he loves me, I hurt inside...his tone of voice gives himself away. There was once a time where Agony was something altogether different...a Peace of something I do not know called Love. But now it has morphed into this beast of pain...and I cannot escape him...I have lived too long underneath its sheltering, somehow comforting, wing.

Mistrust...
Yes, my bitter friend. I cannot know this person so steadily as the first. Whereas Agony sends shivers up my spine of dread when the words "I Love You" whisper to my ears...the words, "Trust Me" makes me collapse in a faint. I know that they are false words...as false as their love for me. I call this person my friend...but is there really such a thing?

Betrayal...
Yes, by far, the meanest friend I have in my company. More than a friend and the definition of archenemy, this fiend shadows my every move with distaste...it sees me coming from afar...I cannot help but be attached to its secret and manipulative ways...

See, my life may not consist of beatings every day from my parents...or cigarette butts burned into my back...or drive by shootings of my friends...or dying of a disease that is futile to fight...

But my friends hurt me just as much as the next person in my predicament. Where can you find solace in a place like mine?
I cannot trust my lover, my friends, or my best friends...who else is left?