Why, don't you see me?
Why, do you always put others before me?
Why, do I always have to make the first move?
Why, don't you ever ask me if I'm free on a Friday night?
Why, do I always have to text first?
Why, do you think of others before me?
Why, am I always your last choice?
Why, do you consider me a secondary friend when I consider you a primary friend?
Why, don't you care about me as much as I care about you?
Why, am I always last?
Why, am I not invited to your movie marathons or your shopping trips?
Why, do you look surprised I feel this way?
I ask why when I should talk to you. I would but I'm too afraid to.