Broken

Things have not been
The same lately
Since I've come
To the conclusion
That I am not
As necessary
To your life
As you are
To mine
When I am sad,
I turn to you
For comfort...
When you are low,
You turn
Away from me...
When I am happy,
I share my joy
With you...
When you are joyous,
You extend your hand
Away from me...
I know you always say
"no questions - just live"
But some questions
Have to be asked
What am I to you?
Where do I fit in?
Would you care if
I was no longer around?
But I do not have the courage
To ask them out loud...
For I fear
The answers
Will leave me
Broken....

~S~