I held his hand
we laughed,
giggled,
smiled
together.

Then why must he cry alone ,
I patted his shoulder,
and sealed my mouth .

Actions work better then words .

Yet

when I cried
I had to cover my mouth
so my sobs
won't ruin his day.

yet when I needed a shoulder ,it was limp ,
when I needed those hugs the arms
never moved .

Now they call me selfish ,
what about the time ?
when I starved for comfort .

Now I take whatever I get ,
now that I doesn't,
share ,
doesn't consider others .
I am the villain.

I proudly walk with my head straight,
call me selfish , rude , arrogant .

I am the product of your toxicity.

Fine make me your villain.





© alfiya