What am I?

Do you think this is what I wanted?

Do you think I follow you so I can torment you?

Do you think I'm happy?

Do you think I am mad at you?

Do you think I hate you?

 

I would never be mad at you.

I am most definitely not happy.

I put myself through hell as I try to see you anytime I can.

God, I didn't want this.

 

I want our friendship back.

I know I wasn't special.

I was never your best friend, you have plenty of them.

Whats another bit of dust on the surface of the moon?

But you were, and still are, special.

 

You move on without hesitation, not even a glance back.

So I'm running, desperately trying to catch up.

God I'm so tired, but I can't stop.

You may not need me, but please...

I need you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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