Blind

I hate it when I'm fooled.
Everyone's in their petty universe.
From small talks to endless debates, it chases like wildfire.
From being friends now become enemies.
I hate it when obvious mistakes still cannot be seen and accepted.
I hate it when simple instructions still cannot be followed.
I hate that there are others that are scolded for no reason, always blaming it on others.
When in fact, they also have made mistakes.
As strange as it seems, the answers will always be there.
You just have to look properly and carefully.
Maybe a part of me can be stupid, but another part would try to at least think.
Millions of possibilities, warping the mind with various scenarios in the head.
No matter how you try to make amends, rewrite the pages to start again,
I am still played over and over again.
How can I be so blind from all these matters?
The good news is I'm not alone.
The bad news is there's too many of us.
When the complaining begins, a new level of pursuit continues.
I hate it when I'm fooled.
However, being fooled can make the hurt numb.
Instead of being utterly soft to mere words, it will be quite impenetrable now to gain trust.
After all, this is a game between the fools.
Whoever survives the cruelty of life wins.