She hurt him.

She hurt me by hurting him.

His frustration is my own.

Caring for him is

Something I'm just meant to do.

I don't know why

I don't want to anymore.

But I have to.

Because if I didn't...I couldn't say "I love you"

And mean it.

The hard part

Is that I don't think he

Could possible feel the same way

About me.

More friends, different problems

Fill his mind

While all I have is a distorted image of who he could be.

But it doesn't stop me from caring.

Even if he doesn't care for me

I will care for him

Stupid as it sounds.

I'm not expecting anything more from him

Than friendship.

Or even a simple hello.

My standards aren't very high.

Though, the way I feel about him,

They should be.

I jut hope that I

Can somehow be his happy light

A person he can turn to when

Others have turned a deaf ear.

I just want to be a

Good influence.

I wonder how well it's working.