Friend or Enemy?

He acts nice at times,

but mean at another.

He was a good friend,

someone I could call brother.

Gave me my first kiss,

Made me smile inside,

But at the same time...

He has made me cry.

Cursed me, called me names.

I can not take the pain.

Those words truely hurt..

Did he think of my feelings first?

I now know that this friendship's a lie.

Made me wish I could die.

In the end it's not worth being kind,

to the boy who has two sides.

Wants to impress his "friends",

Be a jerk and a friend,

But he does not comprehend,

That his words do offend.

So I cry in my bed,

As the thinking hurts my head...

Of the enemy and friend.