Metamorphosis

Some years have passed to the bridge that was burnt,
Time is the only memory commemorating that event.
The wounds have healed and yet stand afresh,
Clear amid the many events marking this life.
Somewhere I don't trust time enough as I go back and forth..

I wonder if it was wrong right from the start,
Was it you or my naive faith in the goodness of the human species.
That I gave in without barriers waiting for empathy,
But empathy came not while an abyss grew over my life.
A barrage of tears well hidden within a stoic face..

Dewy words led to vitriolic actions,
My name that drug which gossip fed upon.
Spurned by people who showed me the smiles,
Mocked at and ridiculed for selfish whims and fancies.
The vicious cycle continued like I knew it would..

Was it so difficult not to be that malignant,
Wouldn't it be better if friendship begot friendship without the hypocrisy of it.
I wonder if I am still so stupid looking out for the best in all,
For the pain i have borne and the faith I have lost.
I think its time for the metamorphosis.....