Poetry

You call me every time
You feel like crying
I have no intention
To help you every day
 
You ask me stupid questions
I don’t know answers to
I don’t want to be your teacher
It’s a job no one would take
 
You call me for laughing
Making jokes out of me
You should have known by now
That I don’t find it funny
 
You want to discuss about things
You know nothing about
Sometimes it’s better
To be quiet
 
You call me for shopping
Spending your parent’s money
I don’t like spoiled daughters
Or mama’s little sons
 
You call me to blame others
When it’s obvious it’s you
You only drink my energy
Our friendship cannot go through