Contemplating a one-sided friendship... |
i ask myself: is it worth it? putting myself through so much trouble just to help a friend? spending so much time advising and listening to you? wake up in the middle of the night to my ringing phone; picking it up just to hear you complaining once again about how people seem to hate you left and right? is it worth it? i help you out of problems time and again, never complaining, always the silent, strong structure of the friendship. it's never about me, but, hey, i never minded before, why expect me to mind anytime soon? i am, after all, taken for granted. but, sometimes i can't help but ask: is it worth it? keeping this one-sided friendship? who can i turn to when i'm in trouble? when i'm in sorrow? when i'm in pain? certainly, not you, for you will be too wrapped up in your own world to care; so i take the burden and suffer it alone. can you imagine, the arrows of poison that strike through my heart when you don't care? can you imagine, the pain and frustration when you say, "did i really do that??" again, can you imagine, the anger that wells up when you repeat your mistakes over and over again even after so much blasting? can you imagine, the gigantuan amount of self control, required to abstain from knocking you over and giving you a bloody nose everytime you act ass-holey?? yet i put up with you, we all do; and you want to know why? it's because we treasure you, we love you; we don't want to lose a friend. we worry about you, we care about you, and we are loyal to you! you don't seem to know all this; are you oblivious to it all? are you reallt that blind, deaf, and dumb? you certainly make out to be so. and we never get tired of it all, always just hanging in there always just ready to lend a listening ear, a helping hand... i wonder why we do it? YOU insensitive fool, learn to treasure your friends! keep them close, honour them, respect them, care for them, before they stop caring for you! for when you say: "aren't i a good actor?" i realise that maybe it isn't worth it after all, all the things i've done, everything i've sacrificed; for suddenly i feel, that i hate you. i hate you, i hate you, i hate you. but... do i really? |