It's broken, isn't it?

Just when you think everyone is a good soul,
Then some failed to hold tight your respect,
corner you in humility and regrets.




I leave them when they're having conversation this evening,
barely smiled or said any word,
I slipped onto my bathroom,
cleansed the unnecessary hurt-feelings,
locked the door and buried the thought,
because I know that I'm going nowhere by carrying this pain,
Gotta get loose, instead,
and called it a day.