4th
What I wish I could say to your face
You are the kid who sits there needing to hear this the most, but you’re not listening. The message is for you, but you refuse to hear it. You sit there, vain in your ignorance. A slave to your own arrogance and annoying the rest of us with your conceit. Distracting from the purpose. I just want to smack you in the face sometimes and let you know that you’re becoming the worst version of yourself. But I know better than to think you’d listen even then.
You are the girl who doesn’t get that she’s here for the wrong reasons. You’re here for him, not Him. The One you need is the One you ignore. You worship the fool in the room with the expensive shorts, and I marvel at your oblivion. I haven’t even bothered to remember your name because I’ve seen this before. As soon as Mr. Fancy Shorts stops paying you attention, we’ll never see your face again.
You are the friendship that we thought would be so much more. You love the high times, but can’t handle the real ones. Do you really know us? Do you even want to? Could you handle it if you did? Or would it mean that you’d have to change to accept us? We realize now that you don’t support what we do with our lives. Who we really are. In fact, you’d like us better if we were and did something else. You actually make it harder for us to be ourselves, which is weird, because we used to think you were the real ones. The ones who wouldn’t judge, when in reality you are the opposite of that. Enjoy your booze. We fear for the day when the alcohol isn’t enough. I hope we can still be here for you when you realize that it isn’t. Until then, I really think you’ll be better off without us around quite so much. I know we will be. … Better off, that is. After all, did you know we are known and loved and respected? Yeah, just not by you. I don’t know why we didn’t see it sooner.
You are the ones loved and made by God, and I know that Jesus’ death was just as much for you as it was for me. But you don’t get it. And I haven’t quite figured out how to not be frustrated in my disappointment.
