toxic friends

Friend Like a Weed

/ Nancy Ann Creed (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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I once had a friend,
Whose love was like a weed.
It grew and grew,
And choked the life out of me.

I tried to pull it out,
But it was too strong.
It wrapped its roots around my heart,
And I couldn't breathe.

I finally had to give up,
And walk away.
It was the hardest thing I've ever done,
But it was the only way to survive.

I'm still healing,
But I'm starting to feel like myself again.
I'm learning to love myself,
And I'm finding new friends who love me for who I am.

I'm not saying it's easy,
To walk away from a toxic friend.
But it's worth it,
To save yourself.

You deserve to be happy,
And you deserve to be surrounded by people who love you.
So don't be afraid to let go,
Of the people who are holding you back.

You're worth it.

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Stand Back and Do Nothing

/ Nancy Ann Creed (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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When they laugh at you, and no one does anything about it. 
When they attack you, and your so-called friends stand back and do nothing.

How can they call this person a friend? How can they be okay with the things they do?
Stand back and do nothing, call this person a friend and lie to your face.


That is when you know that they are not real friends. 

You don’t say anything, for nothing good will come of it.
You don’t retaliate, for then you will be just like them. 
You try to turn the other cheek, but they hit that one too.
You want to be better than them, but your thoughts deceive you.

You try to say it doesn’t bother you, but deep down you know it does. 
It tears away at your confidence, your trust, your friendships.

And still, they say nothing.

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Support (A Poem About Supporting Others)

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 Support I give and rarely receive.
How is it the ones closest to you,
Are the ones who don’t support you?
Strangers give you praise and those you love
Wonder why they should.
Why can’t we praise people and support those we love?
Are we only there to support, when times are rough?
Why are those in your corner, not truly there for you?
When they have so much to give when your cards are down, 
But nothing when you achieve your goals.

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I Was Wrong

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I Was Wrong

 I thought they were my friends.
I thought I was important.
I thought they would support me, 
But alas, I was wrong.
I cherished the memories,
I cherished our talks,
I cherished our friendship,
But alas, I was wrong to cherish these things.
In the end, it never mattered.
In the end, it is all gone.
In the end, I am alone.

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When Will I Learn?

/ Nancy Ann Creed (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment 
When will I learn,  
To keep my mouth shut?  
When will I learn,  
That you don't want my opinion?  

When will I learn,  
That I really don't have friends?  
When will I learn,  
That it's only a matter of time before you leave?  

When will I learn,  
That you really don't care about me?  

When will I learn,  
To not let my self-doubt, rule my life?

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Your Thoughts

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I ask about you. 
Wonder how you are? 
I wonder where you are? 
And if you think of me? 
 
The truth hurts as I know, 
You never ask about me. 
 
For they say, 
I am never in your thoughts. 
My name is never in your mouth. 
 
I want to rage, cry and scream. 
I want to shake you and show you, 
What you lost. 
 
But chances are you won't care. 
I was never important and never a thought. 
 
All I could offer was a loyal friend 
But that was never enough for you

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No Longer Run

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I will no longer run after people.
I will no longer seek you out.
I will no longer worry and fret.
I will no longer care.

Life is too short to hold onto people,
Who doesn't want to be held onto.
Life is too short to work about,
Those who don’t worry about you.
Life's too short to seek out,
Those who won’t seek you out. 

I will no longer run after people.
I will no longer seek you out.
I will no longer worry and fret.
I will no longer care.

If I keep telling myself this,
Maybe I will listen.
Maybe I won’t feel bad,
When I am left in the dust.

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