One Day...

One day, I say, one day, you'll know

My worth, and realize I was true.

And it was never me who was weird:

I was just zealous, but it was you.

You thought I was a hypocrite,

Evoking laughter, pretending nice.

My kind don't ask big favours; for us,

A kind smile and honesty do suffice.

How ironic is it then to think,

That you indeed faked a smile at me.

Thought bigotry was supposedly my trait,

And you were an epitome of honesty?

You choose your friends, fair enough.

But isn't friendship arbitrary?

For anyone can be a great friend,

Given a chance, and not labelled "nobody".

I might be sad, disappointed, upset,

But only you can't be blamed much.

That zeal, in comparison, is displeasng,

The world favours normalcy such.

So live on, with your motley group,

Revel together, walk the narrow bend.

I might have lost your trust (don't know why),

But you, my dear, you lost a FRIEND...