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 just 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
Those I’d want to see
Too far to spit on me
Those I’d want to see
Too far to spit on me
There are those who were my friends
I may never see again