I called them “nice”,
For that is the only word you can use to describe someone,
Whom you are not close to,
For you can’t call them enemy-
Yet, that is,
For some people change just quickly as you can blink.

So I blinked,
And it was no surprise I was right,
The quick, hurtful words I blindly believed,
But that was my fault,
For letting them sink in,
And tear my remaining self-esteem to shreds.

So stupidly,
So foolishly,
I allowed myself to be judged by the standards of someone else,
I changed for someone who didn’t care enough,
To spare my feelings,
And to them I never spoke my mind.

I still hear the words in my head,
Every day,
I still feel the need to change,
But for whom? I ask,
For them or myself?
I am unsure now.

They made me hate,
But whom do I hate?
Myself or that person,
I am unsure, for their judgment has now become mine,
Their words have now become mine,
As always, the responsibility has become mine.