Why bother making friends I say
When i know I'm going to lose them in a day
What's the point, what does it matter
I say, sitting there getting fatter
I don't know what I'm doing wrong
I never seem to keep them for long
I try my best to make them glad
But it always ends up with me feeling sad
You trample on my heart like a wild bear
You just don't seem to care
Why, why I sigh
So in the end I don't even try
I sit there silently, only wanting to talk to myself or less
And give other people a rest
So now you know when you say
Do you want to play?
Why I say nay.
Hi Lilysnape I found your poem sad but very well thought out and written, well done you.
I did click the “ like” button,a bit impersonal so thank you. Take care ()