Urmila Singh

May 15 2001
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The supporting wheel

I am always the friend who supports you ,
the friend who helps you ,
the friend who doesn’t care ,
if the way I treat you is how you do .
I will be walking behind you in rain ,
holding an umbrella for you
so u don’t get wet .
I will be walking behind you
in pain ,
thinking if my feelings are right
should I feel upset .
Did God build us differently ?
if not then why am I the one walking behind .
You say something ,I feel upset ,
but I act like I don’t mind .
“You wont understand “ is what they say
when I try to talk ,
I feel disconnected when I stay behind as they walk .
They don’t care ,is that right ?
They don’t care if I am alright .
I feel like having them is better than having no one ,
But when I think about it it’s the same .
cause for them I don’t exist ,
but for me they do ,who’s to blame?
If I say no this time ,will they break all ties with me ,
this fear is what has kept me quite.
The fear of losing them because ,
if I get sad all they say is “that’s not what we mean”.
But if I care so much ,how can they treat me this way ,
with the support I give ,the help I do how can they always push me away .
I am the friend who supports you ,
The friend who helps you ,
the friend who doesn’t care ,
if they way I treat you is the way you do .
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