November 2011 -Poem

I don't feel good I don't feel ok I'm downright sick of your using ways you ask for help I come and then you turn off your phone if I need a friend You think you're cool you think you're fine when it comes to birthdays you're first in line to ask me over coz you want gifts or call me up when you're needing a lift you ask for money won't chip in to help with birthdays or funerals you hide on the shelf you take and take and take some more but using is what youre best for you won't housesit or help me out but if you need help you'll scream and shout prepared to take not prepared to give coz absorbing everybody is the only way to live