Weak.

When people hurt you, discern you, hate you,

put up a wall.

A huge and thick one.

That'll be your defense, your armor.

Against things incessantly thrown at you.

You stand firm, you don't want them to win by bringing yourself down.

You have no choice, it's either you stick with what you believe in or give in and be called weak.

Your defenses will be good for a day or two.

But you'll soon feel it tremble, as you lose other people.

You'll hold on, trying to save yourself, your pride.

But God knows you regret having placed that wall.

As you never wanted things to turn out this way.

People would never know that.

They wouldn't care.

They never do.

You are afraid to admit that you're alone.

But they keep rubbing it on your face.

They'd be happy if you do.

Now, your wall crumbles.

Friends can hurt you more than anybody can.

What would be the most difficult thing to accept?

To be called somebody that you never even tried to become?

Or be doubted with the sincerity of your deeds,

though you know you gave your heart in every simple act?

You then ask yourself what the heck is wrong,

as you only want them to hear you out.

They never listened.

They never will.

They are right.

You are alone and weak,

selfish, shallow, and stupid.

You can never be befriended by anyone,

as you are pretentious and fake.

These words you'll soon believe in.

The price you have to pay for making people listen.

You'd even forget about friendship.

They killed it in you.

You'll be messed up.

You'll be trashed.

But as soon as you start to pick yourself up.

You'd realize they are the ones who are weak.

They never trusted you the same way you trusted them.

Their words might hurt.

Pain will linger for awhile.

But as soon as they heal.

You'd forget what they did.

You'd forget what they said.

That'll be as easy as how they forgot you as their friend.