Because maybe I was too picky
with my friends and the society.
perhaps my attitude was that bad
and i only wanted to be friends
with the rich, civilized and pretties.
Yet, in the end, the ones who
are the greatest friends in the world
are not the rich, or anything like that.
They were poor, and not so civilized,
but they're hearts were made of gold,
their eyes shining a silvery sheen.
Now, everyone was leaving me.
I was left with the silence
of awkwardness and loneliness-
was what I did wrong from the start?
or was it their faults?
up until now,
I didn't find fault with myself
because i believed that everything I did
was for myself and it was right.
Yet now, i'm left with nothing but me.