Particle Enhancer

I once had a friend.
Who was loved by many.
Simply for his charm.
And his few pretty penny'.
And he had a friend.
Who was barely noticed.
Yet was better than him.
In everything, to be modest.
So my friend went along.
For years on end.
Squandering the wealth.
And recognition of his friend.
He felt good.
Because he was better than the best.
But then he started to brood;
His friend had awoke from his rest.
His friend started to see what he could do.
How he could intrigue more people.
Than my friend's few.
So he set out.
For curious reasons.
But my friend hated this;
His friend was a better being.
His friend would take.
Everything he'd worked for.
Unlike him, he wouldn't be a fake.
But the two friends were close.
So my friend offered support.
He assisted him.
And taught him to court.
He taught him everything he knew.
Although he knew he'd be overthrew.
Soon enough.
The friend had him bested.
His personality was too much.
It passed when tested.
He took everything back.
As was rightfully his.
Stripped my friend of his dignity.
There was nothing else missed.
My friend still was known.
As the most charming man around.
For winning shallow hearts.
He still wore his crown.
Even in the event.
That he owned a true soul.
His friend was better in it.
So what was the reason to be bold?
Soon my friend grew sad.
Depressed, angry and weary.
He hated how he was worse.
When he tried to be better it made him teary.
Ever day.
Everything he did.
It didn't pay.
If it didn't measure up to the glorious kid's.
He didn't allow himself to grow.
For what was the point?
He was no longer the best.
He was as an arm with a broken joint.
So one day he lay.
In his mediocre bed.
Staring at the ceiling.
Thinking in his mediocre head.
How conveniently though, his friend came to visit.
He opened the door, took a smile and sent it.
He welcomed him inside.
With a warm and cheery glow.
He saw his friends was better.
And turned his face poe.
He led him into the kitchen, to pour him a refreshing drink.
He sat his friend down and went to busy himself at a sink.
But instead of a glass, he pulled out a knife.
He approached his friend, and proclaimed with might:
"For years on end.
You've been better than me.
I am so jealous.
And I can't be free.
I'm always comparing myself.
To the standard of you.
I can't take it anymore.
That's why we're through."
With that my friend rose the knife high in the air.
He brought it back down.
His friend just sat and stared.
As the knife entered.
My friends chest.
He gasped and he coughed.
Then he fell to his death.
His friend gave a moan.
A cry and a shout.
Went to the body.
and began to pout.
"But you don't understand, my good, dear friend.
It was me who was jealous.
I didn't want this to end.
I've always envied your soul and your passion.
How you're not afraid of who you are.
How you always try to get ahead in a quick fashion.
It was you, my friend, who helped me grow.
In me, my friend, your seed you did sow.
But now that you're gone, I have no one to challenge.
I have no inspiration.
My life has no balance."
So from within the folds of his jacket.
He grasped a jackknife and began to unclasp it.
He laid beside he companions old body.
Sat beside and sat rather soundly.
Then he put his hands together.
Brought down the knife.
"I want to be better..."
Then he ended his life.

by Verasailles
posted on 04/20/2008