What am I to you
Who am I to you
A friend in need
or a friend indeed ?
Someone whom you chase
when everyone else is left behind
and someone whom you call out
when everyone else is out of reach
A shoulder to rest your head
and cry your soul out
A chest to hide yourself
when you’re too afraid to face anyone
Somone whom you punch & kick
to let out all your frustrations & pain
And someone whom you use to
heal your bruises & wounds
A hand to save you from falling
after slipping from ridge so high
A lap to rest your weary soul
when you have nowhere to go
Someone who pulls you out when
you’re drowning in an ocean of self hatred
and someone who collects myriad pieces
of your broken heart
What am I to you ?
A person close to your heart but
only when everyone else tries to break it
A person without him you can’t live but
only when everyone else abandons you
Who am I to you?
Someone whom you can use
whenever & however you want
and someone whom you can throw
wherever you feel like
Related Poem: If you really – Poem
Poem Description
What am I to you – Poem is a poem about fake friendship. It talks about getting used by people in the name of friendships. And then leaving off after their intention is fulfilled.
Well, I am sure everyone have had such friends who used you when they needed someone and forgot too soon. Then you were left alone with all those questions & doubts about what went wrong.
In this poem, I tried to express the feelings of a person who always gets used for Kindness & Friendliness by people around.
Can you relate to this poem? If yes, then do share your experience and thoughts on this poem in the comments section below.
Thank you for reading!
[Reposted on 22nd November 2020, Originally posted 20th September 2019]
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November 22, 2020 at 12:38 pm
Great composition 🤗
November 22, 2020 at 1:27 pm
Thank you Vivek❤️
November 22, 2020 at 5:03 pm
Very beautiful poem, indeed!
November 28, 2020 at 12:42 pm
Thank you so much ❤️
November 22, 2020 at 6:38 pm
You must know me well enough by now, to know it would be me to play with your poem for a different perspective:
What Am I To Me
What am I to me
Who am I to me
A friend in need
or a friend indeed?
Someone whom I chase
when everyone else is left behind
and someone whom I call out
when everyone else is out of reach
A shoulder to rest my head
and cry my soul out
A chest to hide myself
when I’m too afraid to face anyone
Someone whom I punch & kick
to let out all my frustrations & pain
And someone whom I use to
heal my bruises & wounds
A hand to save me from falling
after slipping from ridge so high
A lap to rest my weary soul
when I have nowhere to go
Someone who pulls me out when
I’m drowning in an ocean of self hatred
and someone who collects myriad pieces
of my broken heart
What am I to me?
A person close to my heart but
only when everyone else tries to break it
A person without myself I can’t live but
only when everyone else abandons me
Who am I to me?
Someone whom I can use
whenever & however I want
and someone whom I can throw
wherever I feel like
November 28, 2020 at 12:45 pm
Wow! Your comments always introduces me to unique perspectives.
😲😲😲❤️
November 28, 2020 at 1:22 pm
Repeat after me: “I am my own best friend” and from there you can be a friend to anyone, without being lost in the process.
❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜
November 23, 2020 at 10:41 am
You thunder the mind of your readers.Sheer brilliance!
November 28, 2020 at 12:48 pm
Thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️
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