Refuse

a poem by Harsh Vyas

You called me your best friend
Yet you built a façade so as to protect yourself
You lied to yourself, while lying to me
You annihilated so much in the process

I refuse
I refuse to fit this lame idea you had for me
Change is a good thing
Then I saw for myself

Don’t say you know me
Don’t know the first thing about me
How could I have been so blind
To not see through your façade

I refuse
I refuse to be a fool
I refuse to be played
I refuse to be your toy