Was I truly so easily replaced?
Was I really that quickly erased?
So effortlessly tricked, so blindly swayed?
Perhaps not…
Or… perhaps yes.
At this turning point of life, I stand,
Feeling like I never knew anyone at all. Or maybe...
I gave my heart to the wrong hands.
Maybe it was my fault—
To love too deeply,
To trust too freely,
To understand too quietly.
Now it feels like—
No matter how present I am,
No matter how much of me I give…
No one will ever truly see my worth.
I do too much,
I feel too much,
And in the end…
I am replaceable
Because I love more,
Because I trust more,
Because I understand more...
Is that my sin?
Perhaps it is.
And maybe that\'s why now,
When I face the mirror,
It feels like I’ve lost everything.
Because no matter what I become,
At the end of each day—
I am still alone.
No hand to hold,
No soul to call mine.
But maybe… just maybe...
I was made to stand alone.