Tractable Friends

I had a tractable friend
She didn't know she was
I must have looked mundane to her
But her woes didn't trouble me then
They don't trouble me now

A few years had lost its path
I changed, she stayed the same
Did she use herself against me
I thought she was a friend
She was a tractable friend

I'm not going to continue with that awful poem, so go and hate it now. Okay, thanks for getting that out of your system. All I was trying to write is that people who change who you are can be wonderful in the moment, but when you look back on it, you see how naive you were. I was naive, and I changed how I thought because I thought someone else knew better. The thing is, no one knows better than yourself. No one has the knowledge you do. No matter the similarities or differences, you will always have something know one else has. Remember that, and don't change yourself to be like someone you think knows better, because they probably know less than you. :)