Mean It

You tell me you want to talk, but you don't mean it.

 

You tell me you're happy to see me, but you don't mean it.

 

You tell me I'm special, but you don't mean it.

 

You tell me you're my friend, but you don't mean it.

 

You tell me you love me, but you don't mean it.

 

When are we ever going to mean it?

This poem is about: 
My community

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