Masking my feelings, a steady pattern.

Till I met you, my **_right hand man. _**

A little surreal I must say, little did I know, I would pay.

Peace and friendship, I thought I had found.

Broken hearted, I gave you _my_ crown.

Oh! Poor me, I was a clown.

Walking around, all eyes on me, you had told the whole town.

My trust meant nothing.

You sat back and watched me drown.

Pink skin turned pale, I still wanted you to stay.

“Please don’t hurt me more”, everyday, I would pray.

Carrying my heart in my hands,I slowly slipped away.

All along, I was used for play.

Never to trust again.