This was published in Target, the children's magazine, so I can reproduce it. It was February 1995; she was all of sixteen...
I was always there for you
Whenever you needed someone
Through trying times and trouble
When you were in pain...
To share your sorrows....
I don't understand now
How you can forget that I'm there
And run off to someone else
Passing by me as though I don't exist.
So you need me only in times of strife
That I may comfort you
But when it comes to sharing happiness
It's not me you want
When I need someone--where are you?
Not with me...you don't even know
Nor do you care about what I feel
When you are with me, you are so full of yourself
And your problems that I try to help you with
That you never stop to notice my thoughts...
I never did matter, I suppose;
If I go away, would you miss me?
Or just find someone else?
You couldn't miss me for what I am
Because you don't know what I really am.
What I *am* is your friend..but it's not *friendship* we share...
For *that* is a two-way street.