I wrote this poem while thinking about the times I get frustrated when people act like they know more about me than I do.

A Friend Should Know

You don’t know me.

I’m not who you say I am.

I’m sorry, maybe I should be more clear.

I told you the truth, but you don’t believe me.

You act as if I’m trying to hide something from you.

I don’t know how I could be more frank, since no matter how hard I try to make you understand,

You just don’t get it.

There’s nothing mysterious about it; the facts are all right there.

Don’t waste your time trying to find what doesn’t exist.

You talk to me like you know everything about me.

Stating what seems like facts when it’s nothing more but your opinions or guesses.

I have a voice, and it doesn’t speak through you.

Maybe you should try asking me how I feel, instead of making up my answers for me.

You don’t know me.