Sometimes I feel like my friends aren’t my friends

they’re just keeping me around to avoid bitter ends

and this isn’t a plea for “tell me you care”

this is just a pondering, if I dare.

The stress increases, day by day.

Is that sincere? or is it just an “okay”

I  don’t want to seem clingy

I don’t want to intrude

but frankly, my dears you’re being quite rude.

Tell me the truth of how you all really feel

Maybe it’ll just close the deal.

I have other friends, but do I really?

is it just me again being silly?

Come out, come out, what few friends remain.

I’m sick, I’m tired, I’m sore from this game.

Am I loved? Am I hated? Just tell me the truth.

I cant waste my time trying to be a sooth.