Depth Of Humiliation

They hated me,
whenever I spoke the truth.
They disrespected me,
whenever I stood for their respect.
They called me the culprit,
when I tried to prove them as good people.
They wished for my death,
when I saved their life.
They ignored my health,
when I sacrificed my life for them.
They created stress for me,
when I created easy life for them.
You know why some souls never fix up?
because at some point innocents are scared to help anyone,
because at some point innocents are scared to trust anyone,
the fear of living freely is so phobic,
the fear to love anyone is so spine-chilling,
because the lesson learned is vicious enough to ponder on
whether being good is actually a crime?


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