How can I call myself a good friend?
When I'm not even there to hold your hand...
I claim to be your best friend
But I'm not willing to try and bend
How can I be so selfish?
When you've been nothing but selfless
You've given all of your attention focusing on me
and my menial problems that mean nothing
Can you forgive me....
for being such a drama queen?
It hurts when we find faults within ourselves, but it's much better than missing them, and continue to hurt the ones we love.
Great job! I felt the poem was a good length, you didn't drag it on too long and your material was very easy to relate to. I also enjoyed the ending, endings tend to be the hardest part, and you summed it up very nicely. 5/5