A hand of friendship

Feeling somewhat bullied at the time of writing :-(

Words once loving but now torture,
like a knife cutting out your soul.
Memories embedded as a blueprint of life,
an imperfection of ones role.

 
Inadequacies being a part of a character
of what you are and what you’re not.
Hope and inspiration is an inner strength,
a failure is what you’re not.

 
A hand of friendship shows you the way,
a blessing in disguise.
For in that friendship you can truly see
the sincerity in their eyes.