don’t you hate it when people talk about you with you
they don’t say your name but you know it’s you
I wish to tell them tell it to my face but say my name
every time I give them advice about me it feels like I’m taking the bait
they think I don’t know that I haven’t figured it out
then when I cave and fix what they said was wrong with me when it wasn’t I start to doubt
Are we really friends?
Is this how they normally depend?
it hurts me and sends shivers down my spine
Because without words they can tell me the things I’ve done wrong, stepping over the line
I want to kick my legs like a toddler and go on about how it isn’t fair
my darling, do you really care?
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Author:
Hoolihooli (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2022 21:07
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
This is a true introspective words. Realising and mending always makes the life easy and beautiful.
Sincere efforts are always worth rewarding.
No one is perfect but seeing one's own mistake opens new ways of life.
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