You will be sitting in your office, the anger

Seeping through the crack of the door.

A knock will be sounded, but you tell them to leave.

They ask you why, and you don't reply.

The crumple of the paper as you toss it back into the bin, frustration

Weaving through the open windows and into your stream

Where it boils around you and bubbling your skin,

Negativity fills you as you think about them.

Were all the pages of your creativity just a five minute idea?

The best friend you always trusted,

The best friend that supported you when you started writing,

The best friend that congratulated you,

Is the best friend that betrayed you.