truth

the day i came here,
and the day i met you.
i didnt know that you were what you are now.

i always thought,
you were much better.
not mean, not selfish,
but friendly, kind, and thoughtful.

but then,
as time slowly passes,
i realize the truth,
th truth that cuts, slashes,
and leaves marks in my heart.

i want to ask you now,
why are you like this?
or is this something that i should learn,
that the more u be freinds with some one,
the more you dislike them?

is this the way u treeat me?
why are you doing this?