I was born into this world—to make enemies, and not friends.

I tried so hard to be kind, but they end up taking advantage of me.

I tried so hard to be humble, but out of respect, they forgot their own place—but feels too entitled.

I tried to be respectful, but they traded it for disrespect.

To all of the Pontius Pilate and Judas Iscariot of my life, shame on you!

To the 30 silver coins I wish I received,  but I received none.

I tried to stay silent, talked less of my opinions, you still have some beef about me, made irrelevant issues and nonsensical point of views

If I sat with you on the table during gatherings, you talk **** of others behind their backs

If I know, I'd say it right away, "If respect is no longer served, stand up and bring your plates and leave."

Because when a person who brings their plates to the table personally, they are not afraid to stand up, once the discussion is said and done.

You will never find trust and respect in the same person twice.