Open the door

I can't believe that its always me,
So I'm the one being punished,
And you think thats alright,
You think I will be just fine,

No, I'm not alright,
I don't think I ever will be,
So we can be friends,
Yet I have to give much more than you,

No, friendship does not work that way,
And it never will.

The End

2 comments about this poem Feed