Your Tool

I was just that person, 
Who tossed your world the right way around,
And made life bare a smile,
Even though everything around you was tumbling down.

I was just that person, 
That could hide quietly in your shadow,
While your pride enjoyed having a follower,
And your esteem tipped to high from low.

You made me that person,
That device that only listened to the story with your end,
You showered me in material love,
And had the audacity to call me your "best friend". 

I'm not that person,
I'm no emotional butler at your beck and call,
A "best friend" doesn't treat the other as a verbal doormat,
And doesn't make the other feel small.

You aren't the person,
That I thought you were a while ago,
Maybe a year has scratched off your flamboyant facade,
And your darker colours are starting to show.

You can still be that person,
That compassionate girl I used to know,
But I'm not your pedestal,
And you'll have to humble your newfound ego.