This is not a poem, it is a nonsensical sensical list

I am not your:

mother- I never gave birth to you, and I don't get presents on Mother's Day

chauffeur- I obviously don't get paid

sister- you don't tell me anything, you tell me a lot of lies, I've known since I met you, we all have- about relationships,  about who you do and do not like, about how you spend your time, what you're doing when you always cancel on everybody

wife- I still don't have a ring, a wedding, a place to live with you, a plan for a future at all together, we're only growing further apart- and I'm growing closer to him

girl friend- I'm still not with you, and probably never will be, but you act as if I am. You're nothing I ever wanted- so much older, out of the Navy, an athlete. Yet you're everything I always wanted- prepared for life, intelligent, motivated, kind, attractive, funny, adventurous, well-traveled, so kind, and so interested in little me

student- you have nothing at all to teach me

employee- you have no authority, I have no respect for you

friend- we mean nothing to each other, which is the elephant we dance around, instead of stabbing at

pet- I get no benefits, no treats, nowhere to stay, so why do you think you can treat me the way you do?

roommate- it was never meant to be, it never worked out, it never would never will; we could never spend so much time together and still get along with one another