It's Getting Old

This stuff you pull, it's getting pretty old. Your mood swings are giving me whiplash. Please, just make up your mind. Are we friends, or are we not? I don't want to be played around with, I'm not here to play a game. I don't like games, and if this is the kindof thing you like to do, then tell me now, so I can just get out of your way and stay out. Being the victim of your entertainment isn't cool with me. You talk to me online and online we're friends, but outside the computer.. I don't exist. I come across you at school and you brush me off, you don't even smile and acknowledge that I'm there. I walk right by you and it's as if you don't even know me. As if we're strangers. I'm sick of following along like a wounded puppy, I'm not a wounded puppy. I'm a free horse, bound to be able to run free.. I'm not chained to you, I'm not here for your convenience. When you want me, I'm there, when you don't, I don't exist, NO. I'm here for you twenty four, seven. No ifs, ands or buts. But that's only if you give me what I deserve. It's about time I start to think about myself for once. About what I deserve and not what I want. Because I want you.. but I deserve somebody that will actually give me the time of day. If this is all a game to you, then let me know, because I don't want to play..