When you were dancing
I was not invited to the ballet
When you were singing
you saved me no seat
in the audience
When you were drinking
You never offered me a shot
When you were shopping
my worn out shoe
mattered not
When you were down
All roads led to me
When you were angry
My ear , the refuge for your story
When you were hopeless
I took the time
to connect your dots
When you were broke
Into my purse your hands thrust
When you were scarred
They were my wounds to nurse
And when you celebrate
I am not invited
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