Conformity of a used to be friend

I still don’t like you. Now I realized we were never friends.
This hill I ran up to meet the truth brought be tumbling back down.
Who to kill, the memories or you? Revenge or move on, I’m stumbling on what to do.
Now I will make the decision. Having trouble fumbling with two choices.
How would I kill, you or memories? The retardation of coming up with a choice.
The list lets look though.
The mist was all I saw. Lets take the look.
You insist to do it you were so annoying.
Now I see you were never too intelligent, you could never do anything yourself.
You followed till any reminisce of individuality became hollowed out.
Shallow you became you did things only because others did them.
Your opinion was those of others around you.
Now after I mention it I never did like you.
You were the type who hated it when people made fun of you or were annoying.
But you were so hype on fitting in that you did exactly what they did that frustrates you.
I think killing you would better society, but revenge would only demonstrate your thinking.
I decide now that I will do neither of the planned.
Crammed memories of you will remind me how not to bee.
Innless when I look in the mirror I want to see nothing anyone intelligent, nice, and pleasant wants to see