The Curse
It’s not easy to be me,
I realized it now, even more.
I trust too soon,
Give people the benefit of the doubt.
End up, hurting.
Betrayed by their nature,
I am like Alice in wonderland.
Chasing an imagery friend.
I want to believe there is good in everyone.
But how could I?
You have more enemies than friends.
It sound so cliché.
But it’s true.
You are deceived by many.
Reached out a helping hand,
When they needed a friend.
To be stab in the back again.
I live in a world,
Where I am the fool.
To trust too easy.
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