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In a situational disaster 
disintegrating faster 
I need a little chat
with a mate, I got a bastard!

Who can't give his hand,
time is precious on demand,
not a fan of understanding, 
he'll dis you and abandon.

Write it off as senseless,
and somewhat unimportant,
distance himself from involvement
and ignore it.

When you tell him your problem,
he'll tell you it's not one,
your approach is what you've got wrong,
then suggest another option,

Tell you it's all nothing, 
because you see it how you shouldn't,
it's your thoughts that make you suffer,
and if he faced it then he wouldn't.

He sees himself superior,
up on his balcony, 
living with one clear idea, 
deny and lie without relief.

States firmly that what is happening 
is not enough to factor him
says the fault is in your handling, 
which he's fixed so stop your chattering.

His reality is the only one that's worthy,
his time is his and is not for serving
to any other person,
he'll desert them everytime for certain, 
belittle them for hurting, 
act like they deserve this, 
He's a selfish person! 

He acts like he's a mate,
but he doesn't give he takes,  
yet he's always owed a favour, 
excuses that he makes. 

Always a complainer, 
but then again he's fake, 
turns hostile in behaviour, 
mind games to get his way. 

creates uncomfortable situations, 
shows anger in conversations, 
to divert those asking questions, 
liars live this way.

Demands the attention on himself, 
everytime he's in a struggle, 
the seriousness is off the shelve, 
must help when he's in trouble, 

Unaware you live your life, 
faking your stress in depth, 
unaware of what he's like, 
a victim now you've left. 

Avoiding him is so unfair, 
all he did was care, 
what an absolute delude, 
creating all that's there.

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