What Do I Really Mean To You?

I hear the faint sound of a small flute playing
In an instant I realize that sound is my text alert and
you have sent me a text message
Oh this can’t be good, I say as I read the text you sent
my hands moist from sweat that has now gathered in my palms because
I have a feeling I know what’s coming next
The message the same as it has been since I’ve known you
Hey Sweetie, I’m so sorry I, I have somewhere else to be or
something else to do, do you mind if I come in late?

I text back, no I’ll see you when you get here
take your time  and be careful

I’ve given up the hope of ever hearing the one
question you asked the first time you were ever late
Can I make the time I missed up to you?

My text alert goes off again twenty to thirty minutes laterThis time your text reads I’m so sorry I don’t know if
I’ll be in at all again I’m so sorry!
What you don’t know is by this point I’m so pissed
I can’t see strait
Your I’m sorrys are beginning to fall on death ears

How would you feel if you had a daughter like me;
who needed help and she couldn’t get it because    
someone wasn’t there when she needed them?
I know for a fact, you’d raze hell
until she got what she needed
If you’d do that for her, why can’t you be here for me?

I then think to myself, how the hell do you
ever expect to get paid if you are never here?
Oh don’t get me started on your paycheck
I realize you are entitled to one if you work the hours
As I’ve told you I’m sorry that your last two were late but,
I have no control over that and I’ll tell you now
I did not need to receive your texts saying
you had nothing to show for all the time you worked
What about my gratitude?
I have done everything I can to show you
how much I care
Does that mean nothing to you?

You say we’re friends, do friends discuss paychecks every week!
To be honest I’d really like the answer to one question
What Do I Really Mean To You?
I don’t want you to tell me what you think I want to hear
unless it is the God’s honest truth