see me

they don't know.
they don't understand.
have they been there?
no.
have they seen me?
no.
then why do i care so much?
because...
...
..
.
they are suppose to be my friends.
now,
they judge me.

i thought they knew ME better.
i thought they should see ME.

why should i have to explain to them?
i haven't lied
i don't run around with no panties on.
i don't have sex.
i don't smoke weed
i don't do NoZ.
i haven't fucked up.
so. why. the. blame. and. assumptions?

are all those good times flushed away?
the tears we shed together dry?
is their no more trust?

i still have the scars we both share.
i see our old photos.
even now the soil spots the floor
from the trails we once walked,
side be side.

you saw me then,
you held my hand then,
i cleaned your scars then,
i dried your tears then.

you know me.
why are you assuming so much now?
why do you believe i am no longer the same?
we still share the scars,
and i still pain when i see you cry.

please,
just hear me.
i have not changed.
no one is to blame.
we have not split paths.
so stop assuming.
and just see me again.