Just What Am I To You?

Am I someone you really talk to?

Or do I solve your problems for you?

Do you like me for who I am?

Or do you deject me when you can?

Don't tell me "I'm there for you"

When we both know that’s not true.

Count the times when you actually cared

Count the times you even knew I was there.

I've asked time and time again

Is it really worth all this pain?

My blood boiling, my head aching

Probably from all this crap I've been taking.

I'm not an idiot for your enjoyment

Or even a "thing" for you to torment.

It's like youprefer eating away at my soul

Humiliating me at the mall or at school.

If I hate you, I don’t want to.

If so, it’s not my fault

And don't think I'll wait around for your next assault.

A/N: This is not exactly my best work, but it's from one of those days when you look at how your "friends" actually treat you. Enjoy! :)