What pleasure do you gain from consistently putting me down?
Why make things awkward; do you not want me around?
Who are you to judge what I do, when you, yourself, hadn’t a clue?
What will it take to get through to you?
Where is your loyalty for one of your own?
Would you prefer me to leave you alone?
How was it you took such offence?
Haven’t you heard the saying, “sitting on the fence”?
Had I known you were going to betray me in this way?
How is it that I’m not given leave to have my say?
Has it always got to be your way?
How many more scars will you inflict, day after day?
You choose not to listen; do you not wish to hear?
Yearning for acceptance, is it not clear?
Your indifference; no longer wish to hold me dear?
Years are passing, are you not a feared?
Yet patiently I accept, how long must I wait?
Your mortality is indubitable, will you leave it too late?
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