Wounds on my soul

I was always thought as capricious
when I was candid

I was always labelled culprit
when I wanted to make things right!

I was thought to grieve people
when I wanted to console them

I was thought to be brutal
when at heart I was tender

They always took me on face
neglecting my wretched soul

and never did they know about
wounds borne on my soul!

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