Shattered

Every time I see him
or hear his voice,
I want to freak out,
to yell at him
because I'm always  so  calm.

Well, what's so good about you?
Why are you so much better than me?

I don't even know him.
I don't care if he exists.
But he's a constant reminder
of the hypocrite you are,
of how I'm not worth your time.

You used to worry
that everyone was going to leave you,
that you were going to end up alone.
The picture of us has been torn apart.
Well congratulations, babe.
You pushed everyone away.
And you did it all on your own.

I remember endless nights spent wondering
what I did wrong,
why I wasn't good enough.
And even now I think
of how pathetic I am
because I still
call you my best friend
even though you ditched me
more than three years ago.

Well I'm glad you found someone
you don't want to push away.
I am.
I'm just sorry
you had to walk over so many people
to find him.