Worn out

I hate the constant ring of the telephone.
The attention it demands leaves me prone.
Yet to ignore its constant ringing could drive anyone insane.
So answer it I must, to cause me no more pain.

Who will this person be... a foe or a friend?
I lift up the receiver to hear the other end.
The phone will ring again, I know... I speak in fear not doubt.
This constant ringing of the phone can wear a person out.

note: I don't know why I hate talking on phones, I just do.