For the words they said, for the actions they did, for the looks they gave, for all the bad mouthing, for all the rumours spread, for all the questions asked and last but not least for the lack of faith. I stood my ground with dignity and self-pride, I stood with the little confidence I had for what I wished was a greater good. I still stand with so much thrown at me. I will stand for as long as needed. Yes, there's pain that follows this naive attitude of mine, but my little knowledge of some others lives doesn't belittle my value. My behaviour of not conversing, of not caring, of not lurking around for secrets to tell and of not giving a damn to what others might say is not what makes odd, it's what differentiates us. The ones who are here to please and the ones who are here to be free. I'd rather get slaughtered in half then see the day I give up. For all the buffoons who thought I did stand down, I didn't, I was thrown off by another ridiculous aspect of what an asshat had to say about my actions. I was told to have the confidence to not be devoured with all the lies, secrets and backstabbing. If you were here you would tell me to stand down or fight them off. Your advice wouldn't have made me do the right thing, it would've only pleased you to see me doing what you think is right. So, no I don't need anything else from you or anyone else. With all the chaos that occurs with my fight, I'd rather take it all on my own than have you as a companion.
YOU ARE READING
He's gone
Poetry[Completed] Someone leaves you, all the good memories play over and over in your head till it's too much. Every emotion you feel gets too much. Like you want to scream them out and I just wrote them down.
