An Explanation

I wish I had an explanation
For feeling so distant
Left on the outside
Made to feel as though I belong
On the outside
As though I've done something
Why is it that when I tell you
That I want to see you
You tell me
You have to much to do?
Out of all the hours of the day
You can't spare me a few?
Not even two?
Tell me: what I am supposed to do
To be able to spend time with you?
You know how easy
It would be
If you ever wanted
To spend time with me