By Paige Symmons
If you are my friend,
Why do you treat me this way?
Day to day, week to week,
Fill my life with pain.
I'm tired of being bad-mouthed.
I'm tired of being ashamed.
Straining to hear whispers
Said just above my head.
Obviously, you don't care.
Honestly, you can't.
Too much for you to handle,
Too much for you to bear.
So, why'd I give my heart to you,
Just to hear it break?
I thought you'd take good care of it.
Friendship, you can't fake.
I want to be your best friend.
I want to be your sister.
You insist on me being the loser,
While you are always the winner.
How can you live this way,
Week to week, day to day?
Smashing into people's lives,
Just to break away.
I
What to do, what to be.
What exactly do you see
When you look at me?
If only you could see me
Through God's eyes.
I am sure
You'd be surprised.
Instead of being broken,
I'd be prized.
I want you to see me
The way He does.
Handled with care,
Surveyed with gloves.
So as not to leave fingerprints
On my delicate soul.
I remember you.
Here's the mark,
The fingerprint
That left me scarred.
The memory
Of all the days
You shut me out,
You left me scathed.
I remember you.
