Just tell me- Just say it to my face.
This is what they said:
Have you ever had a feeling that your friend is...acting differently? Sure they are not saying stupid stuff to your face, maybe that would be better...they are not saying anything and you have this tornado brewing up inside of you which makes you want to vomit- you know something is wrong. What do you do?
Thankfully I've never felt that way since I'm a very upfront person (as is my twin) So bewaaare!
And this popped up! Though they did give me a few ideas this nearly ate my brain.
I don't think you needed the last bit of information but....
Nearly 3 years and no word... besides seeing eachother nearly daily on facebook... and they still don't bother sending messages either. Long distance and ignorant people both suck.
The Muses take us at odd times, no? For you it's trips to the bathroom, for me it's unwanted bouts of insomnia. Our minds are wonderfully strange.
Now, onto business. I like this poem. I will confess that when I read poetry I usually prefer a more jaunty style, a sing-song manner which one can almost sing inside their head as they read the words from the page. However, with the subject matter you presented, I feel that the style of this piece fits well.
It is stilted, breathless, the frantic plea of a neurotic friend. Indeed, the neurosis here is tangible. The accusations of the narrator doing nothing but revealing their own insecurities, the fear of superficiality, the fear of being deceived, the simple fear of loneliness and the willingness to forgive in order to simply have someone.
All in all, I think this piece is very intriguing, deals with themes a great many of us can sympathise with and is a credit to you as an artist.