I am the one who listens close,
And helps them dry their tears.
The one who helps them value most,
What lets them fight their fears.
But after every tear has dropped,
And every woe accepted.
I'm the one who's soon forgot,
The one that feels rejected.
My feelings matter little then,
Shouldn't trust be promised?.
They seem to care so little when,
I'm true and bold or honest.
For if I share how I would feel,
To creep and crack and wane.
My friendship do they quickly steel,
As though it feels no pain.
I'm sure its fine to be a glass,
Imprisoned in your holder.
But when I'm not a jaunted Ass,
To them I'm just a shoulder.
