Sometimes,
i feel bad,
I feel mean,
I feel guilty and sad
That i was someone's reason to worry,
Or contributed to his loss of time,
May be because he couldn't reach me,
May be because i was far when he was looking for me..
But then i realize how much i was wrong,
And how much he is bad,
It's not because i was that far,
I was within his reach,
It was because he didn't do the least needed to find me ..
May be he didn't even try ,
And he contented himself by blaming me ..
So i unfairly blamed myself too..
It's too because he doesn't care the much i think he does,
Neither he was bothered the much i thought he did,
So i pull myself together and try to remind my self that i shouldn't be concerned about him
But i fail every time.
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