It’s empathy from friends but it’s pity from the others
Who accidentally spit on you whilst you’re in the gutter

A chance to make amends? Or polite exchanges?
Maybe sometimes call them friends
When really they’re just well meaning strangers

Oh, I cauterized
Silly dreams that hurt my mind
Metamorphosize
In reverse

Find myself a canvas swathe
To revert
Those I’d want to see

Too far to spit on me
There a those who where my friends
I may never see again