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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9 thoughts to “What Am I To You – Poem About Fake Friendship

  • Vivek

    Great composition 🤗

    Reply
  • caterinaghimenton

    Very beautiful poem, indeed!

    Reply
  • Over Soil

    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

    Reply
    • Accidental Blogger

      Wow! Your comments always introduces me to unique perspectives.

      😲😲😲❤️

      Reply
      • Over Soil

        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.
        ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

        Reply
  • Simantini

    You thunder the mind of your readers.Sheer brilliance!

    Reply

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