I Hate This

Do I exist to you?
Am I in your wonderless dream?
Am I still your friend?
Or, in that stupid dream,
Did you put me back onto that shelf
Where you keep me until you need me?

I'm tired of playing pretend
I'm tired of tip toeing around you
I'm done with you toying with me

I have feelings too
I have rights too
I want to say some things
But you get mad when I say anything

You're a lier
You're a fake
You're a hypocrite

You only care for yourself
You say things to get attention
You blow me off
You don't care about how I feel
You drag me into everything
You make me lie for you
And I always take the blame

I'm done trying to keep being friends with you
You get mad at me for saying what's real
You make it hard to have a conversation with you
I just want to be done

You say it's my fault
That I'm the one making things difficult
But I'm the only one who's actually trying anymore