for was I not there
when you felt unwell
had a fainting spell
or sat dejected
that night on the stair?
Do I not listen
to all that happens
during your day?
Do I turn away
from all your criticisms
that make my eyes glisten?
I'm not always sensitive,
I don't always read your mind
but I hope you'll forgive
these little faults of mine.
More often than not
I've rushed to your side,
given you all I've got
I've really really tried.
So before you say that I don't care
I hope you'll think again
of all the times when I've been there
and how those words will bring me pain.
wingsofdeath
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