Who enflamed the blaze behind your gaze?
Was it my opinion or your draining days?
You throw your wrath like shards of glass
But I'm the friend who tends to your scars
I spoke heartily when silence felt unjust
I raised my voice in solidarity and trust
You asked me to stay out of all your fight
I withdrew so you could use all your might
Now your sorrows wear a borrowed face
Yet I am the mask you berate and deface
I am not the cause of your aching wound
Nor am I the threads that fate had tuned
I miss the real you everyone used to know
Before your world turned into ice and snow
You were the hub of joy, the light, the flame
Now everything feels like bowing to shame
You admit that I drown you with my peace
That my words make your suffering cease
I am not the tide that is pulling you down
Nor am I a cloak disguised as a real gown
Who are you angry at, my gracious friend?
Is it me who spoke the truth until the end?
Or the forked tongue, but with a false face?
So think before you choose who to replace
Dedicated To Everyone:
Who has ever lost the shoulder they once leaned on, the face they once trusted without question, the friend who felt like family, and the place that once felt like home.
