Don't Cry On My Shoulder

"Don't Cry on my Shoulder"

Sometimes I feel like a used up tissuse,
the kind you get in travel packages
Because all day I get so used,
and informed of boyfriends and other happenings

I really have a caring heart,
it's full of sympathy and compassion
But my friends tear me apart,
when they don't care about my feelings in return

I listen to them rant,
I listen to them rave,
I listen as I agonize
over my own life and things-to-do-today

I have my own set of problems,
and my own work cut out for me
To be honest, I write this poem
just so I can feel some comforting--
words of my own

I am concerned about my "friends"
but they don't care about me
While I was at wits end
preparing for a new addition, aka a baby

They bugged me about crushes,
about their silly depression,
They called me late a night,
saying "How I need a man!"
I sighed and my tongue I'd bite,
if I even tried to explain how I get so mad,
they wouldn't understand

They put me down and curse me,
in everything I do
They always put their foot in their mouth
And I am not sure if it's any use

I have a caring heart,
really I have compassion
But to help these friends feel sorry for themselves,
is not my ambition

My shoulder you cry on,
is getting rather weak
I can't take another sob story
Not. Another. Peep.

Once in awhile, please, ask how I am doing,
I am not doing so well
I'm no longer faking a smile, or going
to let you drag me where you fell.

I've got better things to do.