Filteration and Reservations

a true friend stabs you in the front.
friend? yes. true friend? mm..

when my situation isn't understood (much less empathised), i am considered a killjoy. in simple words, "not fun".

not a single bit of sympathy of what torments me inside and outside. instead, doubts.
not concern, not help, but thorns embedded within words. you call that help?
for years i'd believed that misunderstandings can be resolved.
today, i'm just tired of it.

you were a good listening ear, but what good comes out of you?

i too have to reflect upon what good comes out of me.



well, nothing.



but it's not like it affects you anyway.

and so i've learnt. like what the elders used to tell me, always have reservations. i'll learn to be more careful with what goes out of my mouth. because it's tiring trying to explain myself to friends who comprehend through assumptions. they will just never understand, even if they claim they do.