It's sad how you wake up every morning, trying to love yourself,
Then you go out just to breathe but here come people zooming in your flaws.
And you wouldn't flinch, no you wouldn't give them that satisfaction.
But God knows how bruised you are deep inside.

You require yourself to stop listening to their awful whispers,
But it doesn't always work like that.
Because yes, you know yourself, you know that every ***** thing they speak about you is not true,
But knowing it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
It hurts because you couldn't fathom the way they think of you.

The saddest thing is that they don't even know you,
And they hate you as if you've done something unforgivable to them,
When in reality they just hate you because their friend does.

When will they understand your pain?
You just give up explaining yourself to them because they wouldn't listen.
You don't plan for any revenge because no matter how tough you are on the outside,
You've never wished to ruin someone else's life even if they do you wrong.
You just hope that someday, they will understand,
And realize that hatred isn't something you could be proud of having.