Tired. A poem.

I am tired of being the one to talk to.
I am tired of being the listener.
I am tired of being called a best friend,
and not being able to say it back.
I am tired of following others,
and I am tired of being followed.

My time is running,
and I need one who'll listen.
Who'll love me.
Who'll be by my side, neither in front nor in back.
I need somebody to trust.

And I hope that I find them soon.

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