Insecure

You called me insecure,

Because I told you we couldn't be friends.

You no longer defended me against his cruel words.

I told you, I did. 

"No second chances." 

I stand firm in my words,

And if you don't feel like defending a friend,

Then I stand firm in my decision.

You called my choices childish,

When all I ask for is freedom from your painful wrath.

You said I would regret this,

And the only thing I regret is talking to such an imbecile.

I said my apologies, and I truly wish you the best.

But you called me "honey" sarcastically

You didn't take me seriously when I told you he had lost my respect,

And now you have lost my respect.

I am with people I trust, and who wouldn't ever say those things.

I am in disbelief that you would ever choose this path, but who am I to judge?

I'm tired of the way that you treat me, old friend.

I laugh at the way you say you aren't the bad guy,

Because I disagree.

You may not be the main cause, but you are definitely a reason. 

You called me a bad person,

But I tried for so long to be good enough for you. 

God, please bless her. It has to be difficult to be as mean as she is. She deserves so much. I hope she feels less ill soon. I hope that one day she realizes that I never meant to hurt her. Make sure she knows I apologize for whatever pain I have caused her. Let her boyfriend treat her well. Amen.