Laughter is a disturbance.
Glances are cold.
People who loved you once,
Don’t care anymore.
Perhaps they pretended;
All this time,
While you showed them your bare heart.
Now you are left vulnerable,
Scared of commitment and promises.
Enemies stab you from front,
But friends stab you from behind.
Promises are never kept, I told.
To the fools who believed in giving words.
Perhaps I was the fool.
But I was being fooled, more than once.