Maybe it’s my fault that I get so attached to anyone so easily,
to the point that I start thinking of them as family.
Maybe it’s my fault that I give so much importance to people,
make them my priority, while I’m nowhere on their friend list.
Maybe it’s my fault that I thought of giving myself a chance,
and broke down those walls which protected me for years.
Maybe it’s my fault that I always try to be there for everyone,
when they don’t even think that maybe, I need them more.
Maybe it’s my fault that I keep on trying to be a perfect friend,
and end up getting hurt by those so called well wishers.
Maybe it’s my fault that I expect everyone to be thoughtful,
like I am when it comes to their life or their problems.
Thank you for reminding me how low everyone thinks of me.
Thank you for reminding me why I was the way I was.
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