It's ..."Complicated"

"It's Complicated"
"It's not you, It's me".
you forgot me
and took me for granted.

I "like" you
you obviously don't "like" me
how is that complicated?

I am filled with hurt,
I offered you compassion.
My trust--i offer to few,
yet you broke that enchantment.

I'm now jaded, ragged, and shaken
thoughts echo through my mind,
"Why is this Complicated?"
"Why do I like this "genuine" guy?"

Now the scars have deepened.
look how I hold my feelings in.
This mask of laughter that i wear
is just a parody of our play.

Who to look to now,
My paitence has worn thin.
How can it be any clearer,
i can only be just your friend.