As I reach out to you, why do you turn away?
As I try to speak to you, why do you have nothing to say?
Am I not your friend, do you not want me in your life?
Why does your cold, blank stare cut me like a knife?
You do not reach back; you fold your arms and turn.
You do not seem to care for me, my attention you do spurn.
I only offer what I can; all I can do is try.
But as you refuse me constantly, all I want to do is cry.
Cry out against this injustice, for I have done nothing wrong.
I reach out to you, to others…but I can’t keep doing if for long.
If you cannot return to me what I try to give to you
I must relinquish this quest of mine and bid a sorrowful “Adieu”