I never stumble for long
Why are women bitches

I never stumble for long
I learned a lesson not to trust today
now I will plod on in my own way
no hand to guide, no word to soothe
just solid ground and worn-out truth
the smiles were masks,
the warmth was thin
a game I lost I never joined in
they spoke like friends,
they moved like thieves
left me with silence and rolled-up sleeves
no storm, no shout, just quiet cut
the door swung wide, then calmly shut
so I walk on, with shoes that know
each mile is mine, each step is slow
I owe them nothing, not my name
not one soft word, not one small flame
they taught me this — to walk alone
to carve my path and guard my own
Sifting through friends is good,
keep the hinges
but throw away the rotted wood

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