Friends and Acquaintances
Alone
With my mirror.
Feel the same
when I'm with you.
Can't make up my mind,
if I should beg you to stay,
or just let you go.
The people who know me
And call me a friend,
don't seem to be there
when I need them to care.
Guess I know
the wrong type of folks.
But then,
are there any types?
Wonder if the fault
is within me
or beyond me?