They hear my voice, shattered and weak <br />But they just don't listen for fear of me <br />They see my face, distraught with pain <br />But they only ignore me and just turn away <br />If only they could see the simple things I need <br />An ear to listen to my troubled voice <br />A shoulder to rest my tired face <br />A friend, is that too much to ask?<br /><br />Lacey UnKnown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-friend-62/
