“Her Voice Resides” by Michael Fahey

My best friend is now my worst enemy.
A true friend lost in time.
It's funny how things can change so quickly,
How love can change to hate.

I can live my own life,
I don't need my hand held any longer.
You can cut my leash and let me free
Because I've got news for you, I'm not your bitch

Who are you to judge me for my actions?

You say I am heading down a dangerous path
When really I'm making my climb towards success
While you plummet back down to the ground
Weighed down by your failures, you can't get back up
Pathetically crippled.

Plagued with your obscured vision
Unable to realize what you are.
A once beautiful flower, now wilted and dead
My heart has grown cold and your words have become harsh