Tired

A poem written for friends, about friends. Sometimes you just get tired.

I’m tired of people
thinking only of themselves-
pushing friends away
like old books on their shelves.

I’m tired of days spent
wondering if it’s worth my time-
the trouble I go through,
thanks only sometimes I find.

Still I stay,
but why I couldn’t say.
What’s in it for me
at the end of the day?

We all have our moments,
that much is true.
I know I have mine,
when I’m horrible to you.

But have I been that bad,
and not apologized after?
If I haven’t I’m sorry,
should have thought of that faster.

Still I’m tired of being heard,
(we all know I’m loud),
but not really seen,
transparent as a cloud.

So what happens if I were to disappear,
vanish suddenly with no trace near?
Would you finally read this rhyme
and realize I’ve been here the whole time?

*
So whether you know it or not,
it’s alright in the end.
At the end of the day,
I’ll still be your friend.


* Can't decide which to end with... the second last verse or the starred one. Suggestions?