2Am, one dead night,
I woke up with a start,
'Cause Of vibration and flashing light.

It was of a friend who left me behind.
Picking up the phone I heard nothing,
Only suppressed sobs to give me fright.

"Hello?", I said, amidst all confusions,
Still no reply from the other side,
My mind started to jump at nasty conclusions.

" Hello…?", with a voice more strong,
Mind racing with the heartbeats,
Suddenly, what would have gone wrong?

"I am messed up", she broke into cry,
"What do you want then?", the hatred inside me whispered,
"I don't know how to deal with it", and I gave a loud sigh.

"Weren't she the girl who left you behind?",
The inner 'Me' babbled in anger,
"And still you want to be called blind?"

"Weren't she the girl who was always busy?"
'Me' continued seething,
Completely taking over, and making me dizzy.

"How many times are you ready to help?"
Now she took the complete form,
"Just look at the things, look at yourself".

A sob from the other side broke my thoughts, 
But the persistent 'Me' refused to let go,
Asking questions whose answers I needed to sought.

"We both are same, make it clear,
I want to help her,
She is a friend I hold so dear"

'Me' make a clicking sound in anger,
I hugged her soothingly,
Asking to let me talk to her.

'Me' pushed me back and went into darkness,
Saying I would regret, 
And will one day need her coldness.

After all 'Me' was I, my true form,
Dwelling in hatred and darkness,
Reality hurting her like thorns.

But I would not need her, 'Me' was wrong,
She was still angry I knew,
And I had to reply the phone.