Pushed Away

At first I thought that we were friends. Now I know I'm expendable. Every time I make a comment. You smack me, hit me, throw me to the ground. I've tried to cope, tried to ignore. But now I know that no matter the cost, you'll keep on pushing, till I can't make a sound. I'm not your friend, merely an acquaintance. Lie on your life, maybe I'll get clearance. I'll stay behind, stuck on the ground. Crying and whimpering, not making a sound.