Enough With Your Problems

I confess, i used to enjoy the fact that you would come to me for
advice. I felt important. It ment more to me when you trusted me
with your sensitive moments. Helping you when you were in need was the
best part of my day. Finally i was playing a part in your life. It was
beautiful.

The thing is, that was then. As we went on about our day, i noticed
something about you. It seems as you were the supplier and i was the
receiver. Everytime i try to let you in on my problems, we seem to end
up talking about your problems. Maybe listening to your problems made
my problems seem as if they are not important. We never had time to
discuss my problems, did we?

I tryed so many times to talk, but you don't listen. I have problems
too, even if you can't help, it doesn't matter. What really matters is
the fact that you were there, i talked, you listend and you replyed. I
trully had enough with your problems, when will i be the supplier? I
also want to supply and let you be the receiver for once in your life
time.