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The Ways of the World

 I am not perfect.

Never said I am,
never will.
But lately, I've been heartbroken—
by people who turned out to be
who they weren’t.

Even if the betrayal wasn’t directed at me,
it still hurts.
Because when you live in a world
where you can trust so few people,
and when you decide to trust them—
they do things behind your loved ones' backs,
biting the hand that feeds them.
And the worst part is,
the person knows exactly what they are doing.

The disloyalty breaks my heart.
I hate disloyal people.

I am not a perfect person.
I never claimed to be,
I never will.
But why are people so horrible?

Am I naive?
Or is this something I’ve grown used to, deep down?

Because I never want to betray the people I love. Ever.

How can people hurt the ones who love and cherish them?
How can they do that?
Mistakes are mistakes—
and I, myself, am no saint.
But how can people be so horrible?
That stays in my mind.

I am not a naive person.
I, too, am someone who has done horrible things
to the people I love.
But alas!
I get a little more devastated by the world
the more I grow up.

With every new person,
the cycle welcomes everything:
loyalty and betrayal,
happiness and sadness,
fulfillment and emptiness.

The more I grow up,
the less I feel the need to make friends.

I act like it doesn’t bother me,
but deep down, I know—
the ways of the world
have exhausted me immensely.

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