Insincere

You call yourself my friend.

Yet you have the rudest remark ever when I'm in the dumps.

When I am feeling so blady upset

You ask me to share my stories with ya.

But you never pay close attention to what I have to say.

Often deviating off to some irrelevant topics.

You offer me your shoulders when I cry.

I thought, gee, thank you.

The next day you question my stability of emotions.

And it came tumbling down.

So, I can see you are one insincere fellow.

I will still be there when you need me.

But,

Don't pity me.

Don't sympathize me.

Because I can stand up strong on my own 2 feet.