You call me every time
You feel like crying
I have no intention
To help you every day
You ask me stupid questions
I don't know answers to
I don't want to be your teacher
It's a job no one would take
You call me for laughing
Making jokes out of me
You should have known by now
That I don't find it funny
You want to discuss about things
You know nothing about
Sometimes it's better
To be quiet
You call me for shopping
Spending your parent's money
I don't like spoiled daughters
Or mama's little sons
You call me to blame others
When it's obvious it's you
You only drink my energy
Our friendship cannot go through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So often we are faced with this appalling situational trap.... The earlier one opts out the better for both.... I so identified with yer lines and loved reading it...a difficult and traumatic situation handled poetically and very well indeed Cool… :)