Desperate

she said what I've been trying
to avoid
said what I didn't need
to hear
said what I
already knew.

she's been worried
because I'm always home
because I don't have many friends
if all but a few can be called that.
the others say
"yeah sure I'll be here"
"yeah sure I'll listen"
they haven't been here.
they haven't listened.
I've been there.
I've listened to their
neverending monologues.
showed sympathy for their
"pains".

but why won't they listen to me?

she asked me if I was happy
I held back tears and shook my head
she put on the sad mask and
sighed.

what is it about me that drives you away?
what is it you want me to change?
I'm desperate.
so desperate
I'll do anything.
I'll be your slave.
just take me in.
take me in.
please?

-I understand that this made a few friends mad because they didn't know who I was talking about in this poem. I'm not talking about any of my close friends (and they better know who they are) I was talking about people I come into contact with at school and stuff. Hah.-

<3 - brittany