Friends of the Wrong Kind

"Do you like me at all?" I asked, I queried
"As a friend." They replied all too hurried
I don't think I'm ugly, I know I'm not pretty
I'm fairly generous, and a bit witty
But then I realize, this is my problem!
I see me from me but not from them
"Just as a friend" is all I ever hear
"let's be more" I'll never hear, I fear
Try as I might again and again,
every time I try I get the same in the end
Am I pushing too hard or not hard enough?
Am I trying too lightly or playing too rough?
From confusion to anger, my mood doth shift,
as I tear at myself, I go into a fit
I descend into madness if only for a while
I smash myself bash myself, but still I smile
Then I see the pain I've caused myself
Sorrow creeps in and I look at myself
Damage I take from this, from confusion
to anger, to sorrow, all due to this illusion

*A friend of mine wrote this a while ago, and wondered what you guys thought of it.