Sometimes too many friends can be toxic. It is better to have one true friend, than to have a gang of fakers.
I’ve got to get rid of the clutter,
before I wind up in the gutter.
So many friends, I can’t keep
count. I can’t remember who
said what or when.
Personality clashing all
over the place. Some got grace,
but some….I just need my space!
I’ve got to slow my pace.
Caller ID and I are close.
Most just want to boast,
about some trivialities that
I can’t fix and they won’t quit.
No one is to blame for this mess,
I just got too many friends, that’s
not my best.
I’ve been told, that I only need one,
to watch my back, and I watch theirs.
If there are too many, you can’t keep
track. I just want my sanity back.
I know it’s going to hurt,
and some may even sling dirt.
I won’t be popular, but at
least I’ll be free of the drama
that now surrounds me.
Making the choice won’t be hard,
I already know whom I should discard.
The users and the loser are definitely out.
The whiners and boaster are now coasters.
Now, it’s just you and me,
and a few maybes. I need to keep track,
‘cause I just want my sanity back.
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