Roundabout

 Neglecting is a way to express irritation

And confusion is a word that conveys unsurety.

A friendship is supposedly comfort.


Once here, one there, dangling—

plucking me out, basking in praise that's yours.

But the fact is, you do deserve it, and I give it to you too.

But a one-way street leads to accidents,

And hurt is a result of that.


Once you feel it,

It's time whose hands tick now.

Leaving me stranded is what you will regret in a roundabout.


-Sheeza

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