Anvil

I look at you with friendly eyes and slaughter you with pleasant words, But you are not aware of what is spoken about you when you are not present. Ugly disgusting words fill our mouths. The sight of you will bring hatred to our attention. You are a gateway for substance, a speed bump to happiness. No one actually likes you. You are not tolerable. You care to much about yourself, about your clothes, your job, and "your" music. You are always worse off than every one of us. Complaining is the only thing you succeed at. Like I said you are only a tool for us. We are not your friend. Let me repeat that... WE ARE NOT YOUR FRIEND.