These people, they come into my life, And so begins the chronic strife. They claim to know me all too well, Till reality is a mere ebb and swell. They say they can read me like a book, But they never take a closer look. My joyless heart they never saw, They never soothed my angry flaw. To keep away in vain I tried, They gave me words and I complied, And once their emotional need was sated, They ran away and never waited. How does that make me feel about me? Taken for granted will I always be ?