As I wipe tears off my face,
All I see is reflection of a disgrace,
For I am not a person but a tool,
Incapable of having a thought,
Used by others to their convenience,
People say trust is something,
That is to be placed carefully,
Something I never understood,
Maybe I am what they call, a fool,
Not because I always forget not to drool,
Or try hard to appease people who are cool,
They call me that because,
I never learn my lesson and never stop,
Hoping the best from the people,
Even if they treat me ill,
Not because I am a fool,
Or cannot learn where to place my trust,
I make same mistakes because,
A life without hope is scarier than broken heart.