Not So Friendly Poem by Stefanie Fontker

They always cut me
When I ask for friendship
The harshest stares and glares
I do receive for something
I would think just as good
As painful intimate touching
Less blood is spilled
More feelings are shared
My sole life's purpose
Is not to eternally feel
Sharp nails run down my skin
A passionate hug
Is quite satisfactory
I will even settle for
A hard pat on the back
But that is not always
What the heart craves
There is no saving
This terrible situation
I guess I'll always walk
Past coffee shops
My eyes forever twitching
And I'll duck behind garbage cans
Bowing my head, tipping my hat
To those scornful ladies
I have so very much wronged