Snake In The Grass

I've been so Naive, can't tell if it is because of my belief system. I can't explain why I find it easy  trusting in people.

Yet they hurt me, they hurt me real bad, they stab me at the back and with their eyes staring at mine they stab me in the front.

They left my trust bleeding on the floor. With no one to help I stood up and mopped  myself.

My heart is weakened, my breath is hindered. I couldn't cry, the gates of my tears are shut and locked up by the previous scars.

I stretch my bloody hands to reach out for help but no one noticed. I staggered my way to safety.

When people see me limping with the fresh scars they say "heal yourself".

 A heart like mine, I pondered. I thought humans were created the same, I thought our hearts were alike. But theirs is nothing compared to mine, their heart is strong and sealed with apathy.

I Shielded my scars and acted like I'm fine. And Later, the same backstabbers came smiling at me innocently like nothing ever happened.
What can I do but to forgive.