Interesting

It still astounds me how you make me feel
It bothers me, that this could be real
I tried to bend and understand
How could you treat me less than a friend?
It aches inside when I see your face,
I try not to be cruel in return to your hurt,
But it destroys me to be treated like dirt
Arising from ashes – padding the fall
Someone was there, and I was surprised at it all.