What Kind of Friend Are You
Buried in my own sorrow I do not care about you
Or your problems or your family or your mother-in-law today.
It is all about me right now, this second.
I need nurturing this time. My ears are shutting down.
I turn to the wall, showing you my back.
I rarely need this kind of attention, but today it is my turn.
If I don’t get a little listening, we are no longer friends.
And still you yammer on, not understanding
Not caring, not noticing even.
What kind of a friend are you?
I am going on a new friend hunt tomorrow.
Today it is all about me. Tomorrow it will be about us.
Them and me, but not you, my ex-best friend.
The one who never listens.
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