i look at you.
i look at you again.

i wonder whether to trust you.
you do differently from what you preach.
i feel like a spare tyre of yours.
maybe just a container.
for you to pour your woes into
making me filled with your burden
yes, i am always there.
yes, i would listen to you
there when you're down.
but you never once treasure my existance.
you would only come limping to me when you injured your leg
and leave me all alone after you've recovered.
there, i look just like a loner.
a desperate loner.
i want to be like this no more.
you make me feel so empty.

sometimes i wonder if you are true.
i don't know whether to hate you or accept you.