They (including my own people who they or I think are close) think they’re good by helping me and talking to me. But a few of them, they are the reason for my sadness. They disrespect me , my appearance, my achievements. They are just jealous. They don’t want me to succeed. But when I do succeed, they cheer for me in my front but jealously Mock me at my back. They want me to help them and I do and the truth is they use me as much as they could. but when the good times come, they push me away and ignore me. They don’t want me around them. “They’re the cool guys”, is what they think. They’re sadistic, jealous, hypocritical and God knows what else. But little do they know, my kind attitude towards them will be temporary, As long as they treat me right , I’ll stand by them. But when the hour comes and they stab me till the Knife goes deep. I’ll eventually heal, and throw them away and their knife and their hold. Just wait now and see, who I’ll be tomorrow when the hour of realisation hits me. For then you’ll feel guilty and eventually it will slap you until you come back to me and apologise. After the Apology, the yes or no is probable. But the yes just means my pity towards you, for you can’t be I and I can’t be thou. The old me who was with you had long died during the stab. So keep laughing and you’ll know that you will one day be the one who suffers.
© K.Mohammed Aqhib