Problematic Poetry

I don't think you understand,
I've do so much for you.

And there you are,
Not far away,
Yet sitting with your friends.

Rarely, do I get a 'hi,'
Even less a hug or kiss.
I guess comfort is to much to ask,
And all day, it's you I miss.

I don't think you seem to understand,
That day I spent out south,
No idea how I was getting home,
I was there by word of mouth,
To spend the afternoon with you,
Yet away from me you stayed;
Except for maybe several minutes,
To crumble crackers in my hair,
And that was all you really did,
To me, that seemed unfair.

Even less-so do you seem to see,
My pain from endless plague;
I hauled myself to school,
And the pain felt, my feet drag,
I came there simply because,
I had made plans with you before,
And I wished to see you,
Yes, I knew I missed you more.

Yet there you are,
Not far away,
Yet sitting with your friends.

Rarely, do I get a 'hi,'
Even less a hug or kiss.
I guess comfort is to much to ask,
And all day, it's you I miss.

Your intermittent indifference,
I'm far from perfect, I know;
Yet you don't seem to see how hard I try,
Yet away from me, you go.

Away from me? It's not that bad,
But rarely do you stay,
The days at school seem to me,
Like a game you like to play,
In which you stay away from me,
No kiss, no hug, no hi;
And today, it seemed you didn't care,
When I really did wish to die.

And there you are,
Not far away,
Yet sitting with your friends.

Rarely, do I get a 'hi,'
Even less a hug or kiss.
I guess comfort is to much to ask,
And all day, it's you I miss.