A poem by Robert Fidler.

Life is full of lies and deceit.

They all say that it’s not for the weak.

Falsified friends say that they care and appreciate you.

But in reality they could  care less for you.

No one appreciates the things that you do.

They just take advantage of you.

The sapling that waits with ernest to grow towards the sky.

They come, break your hope and don’t allow you to fly.

You try to withstand the nearly endless assault.

But they just keep shoving your face into the asphalt.

They say that the sky’s the limit.

But they say you won’t even make it.

Why do you even care?  They tease to your face.

We all know you’ll never make it.  All you’ll amount to is living in a ditch.

The are infuriating, irritating, and all they do is stomp on your dreams.

And they do this all day, deciding, and decimating your dreams.

Why must his friends defend the one person that chooses to try and kill him?

Can’t they see that they are already killing him?

And soon the power of  their unrelenting hostility will crush him,

Like the ant under the hiker’s boot.

He will cease to be, as a shell of a person hollow and fragile.

This is a person’s life, and you should allow their torment to end.