The Lack Thereof

With few exceptions, there are echoes in my soul from those who surround me.

You speak to my soul.
Because I love you. 
Because He loves me.

I let you in, you let me down.
I hear a resounding 'failure'.

I give you a piece of my heart, you tear it apart...
'Worthless' cuts deep in my soul.

I give, you take.
I hear 'the lack thereof'.

I cry out for help, you turn a deaf ear.
You can't imagine the message that makes me hear.

I shy away from all the talk, 
In hopes of a friend who'll walk.
Walk a road with me, take my hand.
Rescue me from this lost and unloving land. 

Your words are meaningless.
When there is no follow through, 
it matters not that you say 'i love you'.

Would I matter more if I wore the right clothes?
What if I told you what you want to hear instead of truth?
Would I be invited in, then?
Would you make me a small priority...
If I really enjoyed the meaningless activity?

I have been shown who I matter to.
And sadly, I know it is not you.

I AM is my number one, 
Even when I want to run,
He is by my side, 
So from you, I will not hide. 

The pain and rejection you scream into my soul...
I will let it go, because it is He who makes me whole.

These words your actions speak to me 
Are more than my own insecurity.

I will be here, when it is convenient for you.
Hopefully my actions can make my words ring true.