Friendship Unbecoming

A person one knows, likes, or trusts, Webster calls a friend However, that is not always the case in the end Each of those traits is in the eye of the beholder, you see Over time, many times, people become less and less trustworthy Depleting what's left of our integrity Leaving us empty Lonely Affection arising from good will and mutual esteem Is what Webster calls the connection between you and me A ship that sails so steadily with experience and ability But the reality of the situation, in all actuality Is hidden so that no one else can see The lack of honesty that leaves nothing to believe Taking something important far away from me So what could Webster call what we've become, you and me There's no confidence, no principal, or dependability Moving, turning, changing our minds constantly Switching positions on the battlefield, you versus me I think I have the answer in me The sad truth is, you see That you and I have simply become enemies