Friend

I try to talk to you and be your friend,
but every time I do you just turn and walk.
What did I do how did I offend,
I am sorry I just want to talk.

You seem to hate me more than one can imagine,
what could be the reason for this dislike.
What terrible thing did I do what was my sin,
you act like you want to stab me with a pike.

What I wouldn’t give to just be your friend,
like they say it is better to have someone as a friend than not at all.
But even though I try to look at it that way your thought is around the bend,
you would rather keep me at one side of the hall.