There was a person I trusted the most,
There was a person whom I told everything that happened,
The only one to whom I went for any guidance,
even if I knew I would be scolded for I was at faults,
even when slightest of good things happened,
even when stupidest of thoughts came to my mind,
I still do the same.
Yes, I make a lot of mistakes,
maybe I go wrong sometimes,
but even I am living my life first time.
I am still learning what is good or bad,
I am trying my best to figure it out,
and I thought that I could share this journey too.
But I think even the sweetest of people can hurt you so deeply sometimes,
and when they suspect of something wrong that you didn't even know could be wrong in their eyes,
and when they hurt you with those words,
that's the point where you feel that maybe telling it all was wrong.
It hurts that part of your existence that gave you courage to face everything,
it may make you question yourself a thousand times,
not because the words were hurting,
but because they came out of the person you trusted the most.
Yet I may make up my mind that maybe I was the one who was wrong,
but not trusting my acts at all was the least that I expected out of the person I trusted the most.
It maybe a stupid reason to cry,
but it hurts you know,
it hurts when you still go to them again,
tell about your day,
and they make you question yourself again.
I've realised now why people hide their mistakes from even their closest of allies,
because correcting you is one thing,
and hurting your sense of trusting yourself is another.
I've realised that maybe not all things are meant to be told,
maybe I could've hidden somethings,
maybe if I could've not shown my vulnerable side,
maybe of I could have just not trusted you to trust me so much,
the story would have had a better end.