Angry at the promises you never kept.
Angry at the hopes you raised, and then dashed away.
Angry at the double standards you put into our friendship.
Angry at the eggshells I had to walk on.
Angry at the lies you told me.
Angry at the lies you told yourself.
Angry at being ignored for long stretches of time.
Angry that you had time for everyone and everything but me.
Angry that you decided to put on airs. Not that you will admit it.
Angry that I was so unimportant to you that you could just walk away.
Most of all, I am angry at myself, for letting it go on as long as it did, and because sometimes it bothers me still.
I don't miss who you are.
I miss who you were....