Regret Poem by Elise Schiller

I'm surrounded by people,

Who just don't get,

Who I am inside,

And they could care less,

If I'm lonely,

Or why I cried,

You always hold me back,

I can't deal with this anymore,

You treat me like I'm a dirty rat,

Now do I have to keep score?

Of how many lies you make every day,

Why do you consider me a friend?

I'm already past the end

Don't talk to me,

Or I will run away,

Don't ask things of me,

I have no sympathy,

For you,

I guess you knew,

I already made the biggest mistake,

By making friends with you