For What it Was

Its my fault.
I've never been of worth.
and you let me go,
as you honestly should have.
but...

Now see, I'm used to this.
not as much as I should be,
but far more than most.
I'm used to being picked last,
or just not at all...

people slap me on the back,
and grin, and laugh with me.
as if they never hurt me.
when in all reality,
They never heard me...

the life I've led is one that I love.
but I seem to be the only one.
And I've tried changing,
but as with everything I've ever done for you,
you just never even f*****g saw it,
 for what it was...