Lake Fish: Part-I

i'm tired of people asking me how many friends do i have

i'm always at loss for words

i truly cannot tell anymore what is my perception on truth is

at a point where i stand now, i truly can't recall

when was the last time i had an ally i could trust?

some people are good and they don't need to be labelled

while the bad ones always got themselves a tag

for me it used to be an honor to have many friends

but right now i truly feel alive

paradox my situation is

where i feel good to be as a single fish in the lake

i won't have any predators to worry about and will face natural death

i don't have someone who could befriend me and poison my brain

About- This poem was written on November 3, 2025; 4:59pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter".