Who am I to you?
A shoulder to cry on,
or a friend that you can just use?
See I’m all about helping a sister out,
but my soul you will not abuse.
I am tired of being treated like the leftover food,
the one you come back to when your other options are few.
I will not be your rebound friend,
no not for him, her, nor you
So I ask you
Can I cry on your shoulder?
Or are my problems easy enough to get over
When I am stuck and blue
Can I call you?
My loyalty is unmatched,
and I feel like no one gets me.
And If I’m being quite honest
it’s starting to drain me of my energy
So I ask again,
who am I to you?
* It’s still poetry month and Nikea is one of my good friends. Please like, share and comment and I hope you all come back next Sunday for more poems.