Invisible

I’ve always been too nice
Too good of a friend
A pushover
Allowing those who call themselves friends to treat me otherwise
Invisible
Giving attention to those who don’t even see me
Who never even notice who I am
Never think about how I feel
As they continue to stab the dagger in my back
And the worst thing about all of it
Tomorrow I will allow it to continue again with a smile

Stop it
A voice says
You are worth so much more than this
You can choose to let it continue
Or to say enough
Be a friend to those who deserve you
Those who are willing to fight for you will emerge
All others throw to the flames

Reviews

[Ballpark Frank]

I agree with this wisdom. The good ones will emerge.

[Gee]

We have a lady friend this fits to a tee. She would give everything and more, has the kindest heart but little self worth, which leads to many taking advantage of her sweet, sweet, soul. We tell her to toughen up but it ain't in her DNA

[Sandra]

There are givers and takers in this world and very few in between. Thanks for your review.

[Paul Bell]

Sometimes a friend in need aint a friend indeed.
Great experiment is not to connect with anyone for a while, then you'll see who connects with you.

[Sandra]

that experiment can be a difficult one, but worth a try. Thanks for your review

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To find real and true friends can be sometimes like wondering without map. I like how you at your first stanza describe your current situation and your nature. Reader can really feel where is and what's going on. . At second stanza you make positive outturn to see to imagine how it will be if you have real and true friends. I think this is very beautiful poem.

[Sandra]

Thank you so much for your wonderful in-depth comment.