You creep up on me in the dark
When I'm curled and sleeping
And jolt me awake with a bang
I can't endure
You're not my friend.
You follow me to my car and just
When I am happy with my sweetheart
At lunch you karate chop my neck
And I have to leave without a word.
You're not my friend.
The play is about to begin
The lights have dimmed
The tickets were fifty dollars
I have waited so long for this night
My head explodes into god-awful pain
I wind my way outside to go home.
You're not my friend.
You came into my life when I was a youth,
So many years ago, an uninvited guest.
You lurk, waiting to pounce at any moment
With unbearable pain.
I have tried to live the good life, petting you
With good foods, medicines, all the things
You might need - but nothing pleases you.
Now I must find a way to put a
Final end to you - for you are the enemy
That lives inside me, always taunting.
You're not my friend.


You are so right. Migraines are not our friends...thankfully we have friends to get us through them!