Ode to Amity

I ask
You're mute
Please let me accompany you in this task
You refute
I feel, abandoned
And covered by your shadow.

Your heels choke me with dust
Hope helps me to my feet
And takes away my anger and lust
Instead it replaces with sorrow and mistrust.

Must I really plead?
You are, reluctant but nodding
Then I think and start to bleed.
Why?
Is it me?
Am I not spry?
Or full of glee?
I don't understand
I've ample positive qualities
I reach but you pull your hand
Negative is of little quantities.

You do truly love me
So why, why must you do this?
Could it be
I'm overly vulnerable?

I weep over nothing?
No. I just feel, alone.
It is something
My seclusion has just grown
How could you not have known?
An insensitive exterior, I may own
But I still long for companionship
Should it really be shown?

I shall tell you
You may not realize my feelings
Although you think I possess few
I want to be expressive
And give you a perspective that is new
All I wish is for recognition
Then I will retire from my emotional slew.

This is my ode to amity
And if it hinders then it is fictitious
But if it aids your calamity
Them let your camaraderie prosper, as it forever enriches.