No one cares, though.
No one asks me what’s wrong.
No one tries to cheer me up.
They just like to point out what I did wrong.
I never said I was perfect, but neither are you.
I know that I’ve done wrong, and I’ve regretted every time I have.
God gave me a conscience, something most people seem to lack.
Because if you had one, you’d apologize, at least once.
Each time you’ve humiliated me.
Each time you’ve called me stupid.
Each time you pushed me around.
You’d ask me how MY day was.
You’d ask me how I was doing.
You’d ask me how to do something YOU didn’t know how to do,
and you wouldn’t be an ass to me when you’re wrong.
God forbid I vent.
I’d tell you how I was feeling in person, but you’d just laugh in my face.
Or tell me how I’m wrong.
But you are the one who’s wrong, for once in your perfect life.
You say you’re my friend, but you treat me like dirt.
You say you’ll support me, yet turn down all my decisions.
You say I’ve done good, but I see the deceit in your eyes.
You say that I matter, but only care about yourself.
I love myself and accepted my strengths and weaknesses.
I’ve loved you and accepted yours as well.
We all have them, nobody is perfect.
If you truly love me, why do you treat me so poorly?
Why do you need to kick me when I’m down?
Why do you bother with me if I’m so “awful”?
I’ve been a victim.
If you can’t treat me with respect, the problem isn’t me.