Tired Of Being An Escape Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

I watch you with them and you seem fine.
All is well until I show up.
Then problems come flooding,
Tears start flowing;
You tell me about how life's so tough.
Why must I serve as your escape
While you hide away from the rest of the world?
Why can't you tell them all these things?
Why must it always be me?
I'm feeling smothered and insignificant;
I want more than to be your confidante.
Why can't we just talk about us?
Am I so far back in your thoughts?