The Friendship Test

I try to recover from scars long past received
I try to get over the fact that it was I who was deceived.
I was the one lied to.
I was the one made to look a fool.

It came without warning, ruining my seemingly perfect life.
How can you keep me smiling, when you constantly give me strife?
You make my skin crawl whenever we hug.
You were never a true friend, you were a disgusting bug.

You hurt me so much that you've become difficult to forgive.
I tell you we're fine, but that's such an awful fib.
The truth is sometimes I wish I could forget.
Forget how much you hurt me and how we use to fit.

I can barely stand your presence or your annoying stare.
I loathe the way your eyes follow me and how you compliment my hair.
We use to be "best" friends but now we're frenemies.
You deny that's how we are because you can't see.

I miss our friendship and our calls late at night.
I hate that no matter what it feels like we fight.
I try to recall the good times as my scars heal.
I try to think of how you may feel.

Nonetheless you're too much drama and not enough reality; you made me feel raw.
It took me a while to see what other people saw.
You played the victim and the hero, at the same time.
You insisted you were helping even though I was better than fine.

You killed our friendship so now it's time you get a grip.

I have come to think we can be friends, just not the best.
Because you tore my trust into shards, you failed the friendship test.