it doesn't mean

It doesn't mean I'm grateful
You choose me instead the others, still I'm an option
It doesn't mean I'm okay
You tell stories about your past, because I’m your present
It doesn’t mean I’m happy
You socialize, but I’m left alone
It doesn’t mean I’m frivolous
You averse me when they’re my mate
It doesn’t mean I’m lighthearted
You merriment with others when we bicker
It doesn’t mean I’m helped
You tell others straight, so I know indirectly
It doesn’t mean I’m coldhearted
You disclosure without waiting me to open
It doesn’t mean I’m settled
You whine to be comprehended, me also
It doesn’t mean I’m selfish
You objectify me when I want subjected
It doesn’t mean I’m cavalier
You unthoughtful of yourself to me
It doesn’t mean I’m fine
You spurn when others say ‘me’
It doesn’t mean I’m thankful
You compare me most