to my #1 competition: my best friend

I said the words to rid my mind

and feel better.

Instead I feel sick

because I only made you sad,

too.

A year of agression and

competition has left you

the pent up feeling of your position

being threatened by your

best friend.

Subconciously:

You build your tower with my bricks,

or worse: you simply take them and

hide them away so that I am

stuck small.

I climb to the top of my tired tower.

"I AM NOT YOUR DOORMAT.

I AM NOT INFERIOR.

YOU ARE NOT THE GOD.

I WILL NOT BE DEGRADED

TO SECOND BEST."

You know what you've done.

I can see the recognition and regret

and I want to take it all back;

hold it in like I have been all year

long.

But it's too late and I cannot apologize.

WE ARE EQUALS.

And now you know.

I hope I have not destroyed us with

my truth.