Dark Matter

They call me their friend.
We are not friends; I am nothing more than a confidante to you.
If we were friends, you would listen to what I had to say.
All you do is talk, talk, talk about yourself.
Your problems.
You share every little insignificant detail of your life with me.
Who’s mad at whom.
An annoying teacher.
Unfair parents.
I have a permanent weight on my shoulders from all this information.
With all this information, I could cause such destruction.
Chaos.
This... this data is dark matter.
I could cause demolition.

But I won’t.
No, of course of I won’t.
That just wouldn’t be the right thing to do.
Although I do want respect from all these people, I believe in karma.
And karma would come back and bite me in the ass.
As it will my so-called friends, eventually.
So I guess you, my “friends”, should be careful.
Tread lightly.
You never know if this red giant will finally, cautiously, become a supernova.