call me

sometimes people pretend to care to get what they want and dont care about hurting other people

why do you call me, what do you need now?

you say you are a friend of mine, but i do not see how

do you think that I'm a servant,and who are you the king?

 whenever you need something, you only need to  ring.

like i don't have my own life,or anything to do.

but sit and wait by the phone and hope i here from you.

insisting that i help you ,whatever you request

pretending like you give a damn, is what you do the best.

are you that stupid not to realize,you can't work someone that way?

without it coming back to you ,and regretting it someday.

thinking that your smart,say what i want to hear

playing like your there for me,acting so sincere

manipulating with your words,finding where I'm weak

knowing that i am the type, to turn the other cheek

taking kindness for a weakness is something not to do

like playing with emotions, its bound to backfire on you

i have always trusted you , and what you said to me

blinded by my own hopes, denying what i could see

knowing what you really are, is not a friend at all

and so next time you need to talk, find someone else to call

Author's Note

often i want to believe in people , it would be nice to have a real friend

Reviews

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

I feel like that all the time...This poem is amazing. Keep on writing! :)

[Natalie C]

Like they say Karma is a b*tch. What comes around goes around. You did a great job at expressing your feelings in this piece. Your readers clearly and vividly aware of what is brewing inside your mind.

Nicely done, I really enjoyed this.