Sometimes it's like you don't even care
when I don't call or I'm not there
Caring for you is what I do,
but you seem to not to care it's true.
If I were never to call,
wouldn't phase you at all.
So what is it then, that I can't be there?
Is that why you seem not to care?
Why is it different from one day to the next
When you seem to be my friend I can't perplex.
I don't understand it and it frustrates me.
What's going on in that head is what I want to see.
You make me so frustrated don't you see,
it puts me in a place of misery.
It is not about missing you, but how you seem not to care.
It frustrates me because I can't always be there.
I want to be there and be a friend to you
I know you don't like to be alone it's true.
But when you shrug me off during the week,
it's hard to see the friendship you seek.
A friend to you is sometimes hard to be
especially when you sometimes frustrate me!
Moriah-your poem hits the nail squarely on the head---I believe life would be a lot easier if we could get inside our friend's heads sometimes and know if they really cared that we cared. Good luck with your writing.