Not long ago,
it was you and I —
two peas in a pod,
two socks in a drawer.

Until that day,
you gave it a try
to fit in with others
by telling a lie.

From that moment,
we were no more —
a pea had been eaten,
a sock lost to the floor.

Sudden and sharp,
it hurt like hell.
You aimed your words
with a cruel farewell.
You threw the spear,
then turned away,
causing grey clouds
to appear that day.

It took a while,
but I’m starting to smile.
I no longer cry,
though I’m still a bit shy.
Trust isn’t free,
it was taken from me.

So now I go
through the motions alone,
hoping to grow
beyond what I’ve known.

A mask rests on my face,
while I drift through this dreary place.
A thin veneer,
whilst hoping happiness is near.