I don't know.

When you said 'Leave it to me.', I left it to you. When you said 'Everything is gonna be alright.', I trusted you. When you said 'Never mind about it.', I lived carefree. I continued to live that way, until all your lies crumbled slowly day by day. I had to start worrying. Worrying about everything. It was too much for for the young me to realize and to face them all at once.

I ran away. I deny to admit them. I deny to admit the troubles you had failed to solve. I hoped to let the problems solve itself. That didn't happen. I had to take over. When I started collecting the puzzle pieces for the problem's solution, you continued your lies. Only then I knew, the reason that you lied. Your lies not only deceived me, but they also you, the person who came out with them. You believed what you said, even when they weren't even close to the facts.

I was confused, I'm still being confused. Should I put the blame on you? Why should I not?

What face should I put on when facing you? Face of hatred or face of forgiveness?


I don't know.