I feel not wanted

The look on my face

is sad, hurt.

 

I like to know if

I am apart of your life

Rather be a friend,

total fan in the beginning.

 

I ask you

what am I to you?

Am I yours to keep

as a friend

Don't want to be a lover,

rather have you like me

for who I am.

 

What am I to you?

feel ingored, lost

Need your attention too.

 

Does it take a minute

of your time to say

what am I to you?

Told to nag, scream

whatever it took

to say I am alive.