How would I know?

Sometimes I'm afraid that I've talked too much and you hate me for my grumbling

Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm too quite that you hate me for my silence

Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm too careless that makes you feel unsafe

Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm the only one who keeps holding on

The thing is....

You never told me

You never say anything

How would I know that?

How would I know if I ever did you wrong?

How would I know if you ever need a companion?

How would I know? You never told me

Not even once