Amanda Mellor Poet I do not know?

Face of An Old Friend (With Micheal In Mind)

I see the face.
A face of a monster.
A face of a friend.
A face that I once believed to be real.
I see him.
I see the demon within.
I see the little boy crying inside.
I see the stranger that you've become.
I see you.
I understand your pain.
Suffering.
And loss.
But becoming the person that I once loved.
To a person that I'll always hate.
Is turning from friend to enemy.
You've changed from the first time we met.
But that change wasn't good.
You've turned from good to evil.
Good as Abel.
Evil as Kane.
Sometimes I wish it was the opposite.
And sometimes I wish we never met.
But I can never change you.
And that's the worst feeling yet.

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