Isn’t it weird to mourn the distance from people still alive,
Feeling hurt but grinning when the ones who stay the nearest
Call you weird and rude when you speak and don’t understand your strife,
Putting bars over the expression of your feelings, saying everyone’s trying their best?
Who is disagreeing? But there remain issues since this is life.
People have power to hurt others with merely a sentence,
They know it and they use it to their advantage,
Forcing their nearest ones to push them away to feel the happiest.
I choose to not live with such people, like this throughout my journey,
Who always make me feel like I am less than despite giving my all.
When I point out their mistakes, they tell me I am the one who should be learning.
I need to shift and be around people who I can trust will catch me if I ever fall.