They keep calling me as their friend,
But even the meaning of friendship, they offend.

Turning to me, only when there's no one else,
Then throwing me back to the sea, like some feeling-less shells.

They expect me to be there, whenever they are in need,
But they forget, that inside me, a want for friendship breeds.

I know it's my fault too, that never do I speak out,
Unknowingly, a hope for them to understand me, does sprout.

For once, I expect them to realise, I do get hurt,
Even if, on their faces, my feelings I don't blurt.

I do not have a tag on my face, which says, 'Use Me',
From the ties of their so-called friendship, I wanna break free.

Day by day, the world unravels another con of trust,
A feeling of hatred for such people, they themselves inside me thrust.

I sometimes forget that expectations have never been good for me,
But, okay, another lesson I've learnt, of how cruel the world can be.