I am the one you call friend,
Yet I am the one you ignore.
I am the one you say you will always trust,
Yet I am the one you never tell secrets.
I am the one you ask for help,
Yet I am the one who when wants help never gets it,
I am the one who soothes you when you are sad,
Yet I am the one who gets told to Get over it.
I am the one who listens as we make plans for the weekend,
Yet I am the one who lies in bed and sleeps all Sunday.
I am the outsider, the intruder in you life.
I am the one you secretly hate.
Yet I am the one who has to live with this pain,
The agony of isolation, the feeling of loneliness, and the knowledge that you never really considered me friend.
