I put my trust
Yet I get betrayed
The ones closest to me
Why does it turn to hate
I care deeply
I try to be fair
Yet somehow
all of it goes in vain
To stop it
I made myself of clay
I remodel it everyday
But one day it all melts
I explain so it helps
My true self never sells
I hide myself from the world
But my heart dulls
My emotions stay
My actions sway
When I lay
I ask whose fault is it each day
I try so hard
I ignore myself even though it hurts like a shard
They don’t understand
God knows if I even do
But I try to change
For people’s benefit I stay
Who do I blame
Me or them ?
It’s suffocating
Trapping myself to stay sane
Laughing and calling myself lame
Craving the feeling
Again I remodel the clay
I search for faults within myself
yet the answers never convince me
the love I so deeply crave
somehow escapes me
and when it finally appears
it’s always too late
sometimes I wonder
what would have changed
if I had stayed
Sometimes I see the fault in them
Only if they had stayed
I only ask for a moment
A chance to explain
But they are too closed
Unwilling to care
I get angry
Why don’t they understand ?
It’s stupid to think I’m always wrong
If I accept their flaws
Why can’t they ?
So I start again
remodel the clay wet with rain
it’s never the same
the original design buried in the layers
I fill the cracks and polish them smooth
yet somewhere beneath the surface
the first shape still remains.
-nilaysingh
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:06 PM UTC
I put my trust
Yet I get betrayed
The ones closest to me
Why does it turn to hate
I care deeply
I try to be fair
Yet somehow
all of it goes in vain
To stop it
I made myself of clay
I remodel it everyday
But one day it all melts
I explain so it helps
My true self never sells
I hide myself from the world
But my heart dulls
My emotions stay
My actions sway
When I lay
I ask whose fault is it each day
I try so hard
I ignore myself even though it hurts like a shard
They don’t understand
God knows if I even do
But I try to change
For people’s benefit I stay
Who do I blame
Me or them ?
It’s suffocating
Trapping myself to stay sane
Laughing and calling myself lame
Craving the feeling
Again I remodel the clay
I search for faults within myself
yet the answers never convince me
the love I so deeply crave
somehow escapes me
and when it finally appears
it’s always too late
sometimes I wonder
what would have changed
if I had stayed
Sometimes I see the fault in them
Only if they had stayed
I only ask for a moment
A chance to explain
But they are too closed
Unwilling to care
I get angry
Why don’t they understand ?
It’s stupid to think I’m always wrong
If I accept their flaws
Why can’t they ?
So I start again
remodel the clay wet with rain
it’s never the same
the original design buried in the layers
I fill the cracks and polish them smooth
yet somewhere beneath the surface
the first shape still remains.
-nilaysingh
