Am I worthless?

On our own i love you so.
but with your friends you're different though.
with me you are very sweet,
but with your friends i just get beat.
With me you're nice, you're good, you care,
but with your friends you're hard to bare.
With me you treat me like I'm great,
like me and you were made from fate.
You call me very beautiful,
but so you know thats all bull.
Because with friends i don't exist,
I stand there and i just get dissed.
I tell you what was wrong that day,
and you just look at friends and go away.
You do not care at all about me,
because with your friends I'm history.