Plastic Fremds

Am I to conform to you to be who you want me to be or I to you Were we to hold fast to our ideals or tell each other what we truly feel Or are we to be the mold of a Barbie doll that we once played with in days of old Is it that we do the things in which we are automatically told Who are we to each other when we force our smiles through barred teeth You whisper to the side when you think I don’t see to the one beside you You think I can’t hear the wheels that turn in your mind behind those dark eyes I am not blind to your intentions I have been behind that stare so many times before You claim to be my friend you say you feel my pain and you will always be there for me Where were you when I reached out to you with arms outstretched on bended knee Fire burning my face from the tears that stained my cheeks as I called to you and you were not there You said you would never leave me you said you’d always care To me you are like a credit card in my wallet useful to some extent but it has its limits It is made of plastic and is an imitation of the real thing just like you It can be spent like money it can buy me many things but it has a daily limit just like you Once that limit has been reached its useless until the next day And, like a credit card, it has a lifetime limit as well it has a maximum limit just like you Once its reached that limit its rendered useless forever just like you have been to me Why are you a plastic friend?