I have this friend, or so it seems,

Who discourages me to follow my dreams,

She was never there when I need her the most,

But is always the first to pop-up to boast.

Who mooches off anyone she can see,

And considers herself Miss Popularity.

It was about time when I faced reality,

And found that this “friend” lacks sentimentality.

That she's no friend of mine at all,

Instead, she's a conceited person who enjoys my fall.

I thought she really was a friend,

Or so it seems.