"Friends"

They’ve convinced themselves,
to try to convince me,
that their world isn’t as terrible,
as mine may be.
It’s not that I hate them
Or think that they’re fake
I listen to them talk about him
Till it’s all I can take.

They mutter his name,
without any meaning
The phrases they use
Make him sound so demeaning

Still I find myself with them
Day in and day out
Till the things I believe in
Are replaced with strong doubt