Unappreciated

Even when I'm mad, I think of you
Even when I'm over here
And you're over there, I think of you
Even when you don't care,
You roll your eyes,
You say I'm being dramatic,
I still think of you

I'm thinking of you now,
But I don't want to give in.

You make me feel unappreciated.
I feel unappreciated.
I am unappreciated.
Unappreciated.
The word even sounds like it's in dispair.
Much like I am at the thought of your
Handsome face wriggling for my help
At every turn.

I give reluctantly and you slither away
Until the time comes when I am needed again.