"Stained Glass Masquerade"

Here is one of my new favorite songs:

Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small

Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong

So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them

Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone who's been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who's traded
In the altar for a stage

The performance is convincing
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart

But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be

Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay

Now I ask you, are you one of those plastic people? I know I was, but no more. I want people to know I am not perfect, that I do hurt, that I am only here because of God. I an a broken, hurt, man. Praying that God will only forgive me. I am broken to His will. I am done with mine.

Friendships.

I am so sick of my "friends", more correctly, those that are in for a good time. Those that are willing to unload all their thoughts, feelings, and emotions on me, but when I feel ready and willing to trust they are too busy, or just don't care.
Why is it that Christians have to look perfect? Why do so few show they are broken, sinful, people, praying for forgiveness?

I am so sick of people that just suck all the emotion out of me. They are willing to talk as long as it is about their crap, but when I want to share my burden rejection, false interest, or whatever is all they show. I am not looking to solve all your problems, I will listen, maybe give advice, but at least try to care about me!

Why can't any of you care!! Here I am trying to spill my guts, I am not perfect! I need people to care about me, too! I need people to listen to me, too! So call me, talk to me, listen to me, give a damn about me, because I truly care about all the crap you tell me. All the things I think are so trivial, immature, even the things I cannot understand, I will still listen, I will still care.

That is who I am. I am the guy you turn to when you are mad at all your friends. When you need someone to talk to. When no one else is there to listen.

So I ask you, listen to me? Care about me? Do for me, what I do for you?