Who Am I To Them?

I'm known as the one
with an ever-lasting smile
I guess that's why
it's been like this for a while

I give with my heart
and I give it all
And yet no one stops
when they see me fall

If there's call for anger
it can't be from me
A frown on my face
they dare not see

If I'm hurting inside
that's where it stays
Even though I've been hurt
in so many ways

I have a soft heart
so they see me as weak
When argument arises
I'm asked not to speak

And that's why I get used
like a doormat I feel
It seems like my feelings
are not considered real

I have hundreds of friends
yet I feel I have none
I would be okay
if I had at least one

They say I glow
and light up the room
But I feel the light's fading
and there'll be darkness soon

I try to be the friend
that they'd like me to be
The type of friend that I
would want them to be to me

But that doesn't seem to matter
it doesn't seem to fly
I'm just another face to them
no matter how hard I try

So I weigh out the factors of having them
and the latter of being alone
I decide to wait for the real friends
I'm sure I'll have when I'm grown