They mystify me

They mystify me…

These people with hearts of stone…

Or no hearts at all?

They will stand by and let you fall…

It maybe someone new…

Someone you just met…

And it could be a friend you’ve known for many years,

A friend who has recently been behind those tears…

They mystify me…

These wolves in sheep’s skin…

They will use you till its fun…

But at the slightest difficulty off they will go! Just see them run!

I am ashamed…

I am ashamed that I let myself get fooled…

I swore this time I’d be careful about who I let in…

And yet I can’t tell the difference between fake and genuine…

They mystify me…

These people with eyes that are emotionless…

Who don’t even pause to think…

About the pain that they are about to bring…

Do I wish them ill…

No, I won’t harbor hatred in my heart…

I just wish i’d known how they were from the start…

So I wouldn’t feel so torn apart.

 

 

 

 

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