Excuse my approach.
Im am shock at the sight of you after so long. You call me friend yet you, yourself are a fiend. You speak to me as if I am importance though I know better.
I was once used and low in your eyes. I am callus from your words. Abused to black and blue and red and orange like high noon.
I am no friend of yours.
Heed for I am to be heeded. I am rough and jagged and hard and harsh. Not out my own doing but from yours.
I was made less than less, lesser even.