I Wish The Wish I Did Not Wish To Wish
The concrete floor was cold and deep,
Where acid whispers stole my sleep.
Crushed by their lies, my ruined name,
I cursed their blood to bear my shame.
I climbed above the bitter crowd,
My merit quiet, fierce, and proud.
But standing high where clear winds blow,
I watch the heavy traps below.
Their structures crack, their systems bend,
Yet vengeance brings a hollow end.
The ultimate win is looking down,
And wishing mercy on their crown.
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Arry
I naturally value solitude because it brings me peace. Crowded environments often cause me stress, particularly when I sense a lack of authenticity in the room. I do not dislike people, nor do I seek their validation; I simply desire genuine, loyal friendships. I have a strong intuition for dishonesty and tend to distance myself from untrustworthy individuals. However, I am highly open and loyal to those who are authentic. Trust is paramount to me.
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