I have a wicked friend
Who creeps inside my mind;
Building castles made of mold
Destroying what she finds.
I have a wicked friend
Who casts shadows on the wall;
Across the things I strive for
Causing all my hopes to fall.
I have a wicked friend
Who laughs at dropping tears;
Questioning my nerve to dream
Releasing my caged fears.
I have a wicked friend
Whom I’ve just about evicted;
As I claim these halls of progress
My aspirations more convicted.
I have a wicked friend
Whose voice is getting smaller;
Soon she’ll grab her things and leave
And my walk will be much taller.
