Looked forward to their presence

A sec in, a light smile, then it dimmed

Hearts turn cold protecting feelings

 

Hurt by acts of our inconsiderate conduct

Now blaming it on words of our expression

Silence saves from quarrels, not villainism

 

Stuck on doings that no more serve purpose

Contemplating the pain of letting go or regret

Fear prompt caution, not mastery to living

 

I earned titles I wear, some as extra rewards

Peace incurs cost too, either nickels or insults

Solitude angers who feed on your presence