We met many years ago through another friend.
She took to me quickly, adapting me as a sidekick.

We talk during day at school and at lunch
but as soon as day ends, I’m not longer a sidekick

I become no one because she doesn’t care.
I am only a pawn. Only a sidekick.

I cannot escape because she is everywhere.
Everywhere around me, forcing me to be her sidekick.

It’s her and it’s me, never just me
because i’m an attachment, only a sidekick

Only a copy of the original seen as less.
I didn’t have any of my own friends, why would I? A sidekick.

I was only a side-kick, but I think I’m recovering.
Now when you see me I hope you see, Nora, not some sidekick.


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