Dysfantasy

Friends are always leaving me, that's what friends are for All these windows keep on closing as they're walking out the door Freshman year in high school, had two friends, to my chagrin One spat hate like fire while the other stood and grinned They were dragons to my damsel, had no knight in sight to see 'Till the day it finally struck me that the stalwart knight was me Had I never heard that hate, had I never felt those flames Every insult I'd incurred would only add to all my shame Like Rapunzel sans the useful locks and chipper disposition Left my cage to wager everything through social expedition There's no prince to climb my braids, there's no duke to grab my mane There's myself and I and me and we have all been ripped in thrain Thicker skin to keep me sated, but if even that should fail I can rest assured at least my skin has not yet turned to scales Fighting back protagonistically is not an easy sport Try to act as cruel as they have been, while steering clear of court Cruelty for kindness a clear conscience does not make But poetic justice? Honey, that is just a piece of cake.