It was a curve I was traversing All the while I kept on cursing. On the way to be someone they would love Ignoring the grey clouds above. In an instant the bubble popped My armor dropped. I had poured my heart out But they still thought I was screaming loud. I couldn’t hear my voice Because it got subdued in the noise. There I stood alone Heard a crack in my bone. I thought I was crumbling But I turned around and started running It was a curve I was traversing It did not seem new They used to fake-sing my praises Now they talk about me in closed rooms. I saw the sky turning blue. They didn’t believe me then They don’t believe me now I reinvented myself But still it wasn’t enough somehow.
This poem is inspired a personal experience of being in a toxic friend circle. The curve symbolizes the tricky ***** of a toxic friendship. The story is how we, as people, sometimes forget ourselves to be someone our friends would love and how we do anything to fit in. But the reality is far from it. They still backstab you, they still make that friendship suffocating. In the end the only way to save yourself is to get back on your feet and walk away. But never forget that they will still not find it enough.
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