I Think

Is it the world that's unfair Or is is me? Blinded by stubborn virtue Ready to break but not bend Destined to be, alone In the end. Yet not letting go Of the damn ego For, I learnt the hard way Not everyone's as they seem Or act as they say. I'm paranoid they say, I believe I'm just cautious. It's not worth getting heartbroken, when I know that people change Their minds, their thoughts Their soul. Once your world, now There's a gaping hole In your heart, For you weren't cautious From the start. Promises that's broken without a second thought Memories erased, feelings forgot To suit our selfish end. Nobody ready to break, Always waiting for the Other to bend Cause that's how they roll They proclaimed brightly. The owner of glass houses with rocks in hands, This wretched society. I think it's me The odd one out. Not bending, not breaking Not caring, not revealing. Solitude lover, bitter and harsh Company's something I can do without. I don't care, never did What the society said of me For they weren't there when I needed someone to be A friend, A soothing hand That caresses my head And said, "I love you as you are. And would till the end." Yes, it's the world that's unfair But I don't really care I've made my own world. I don't listen to anyone, I obey only my soul For it guides me to The path that would Help me piece up myself To heal and be whole.