Anger fades over,
But the pain remains the same.
To you, it's nothing serious,
But to me, it was never a game.
I try to keep it to myself,
But when I explode, you never take me seriously.
And when I try to talk to you about it,
You look at me like I'm acting deliriously.
I don't know how I put up with,
You always acting like a child.
All the little games you play,
Lost their luster and are getting mild.
Do I mean nothing to you,
Though we've been friends since birth?
Or am I wasting my time figuring out,
To you, what I'm worth?
