Hear Me

Stephen tries to talk to me.

Keyword in that statement is "tries."

I don't want to talk to him.

I don't want to be near him.

He asks me what happened to our friendship.

My sudden laughter not only shocks him, but myself as well.

I laugh dryly, humorlessly.

He must be the biggest moron I've ever met.

I look at him and ask him how bad of a drunk he is.

I'm still laughing.

He tells me he's not a drunk.

Lies.

I tell him I don't talk to liars.

Nor do I talk to ignorant people.

He asks what he did wrong.

He's not the criminal, he's just the accomplice.

But no matter which way the story is put, I'll always be the victim.