I never stumble for long
Why are women bitches

I never stumble for long
I learned a lesson not to trust today
now I will plod on in my own way
no hand to guide, no word to soothe
just solid ground and worn-out truth
the smiles were masks,
the warmth was thin
a game I lost I never joined in
they spoke like friends,
they moved like thieves
left me with silence and rolled-up sleeves
no storm, no shout, just quiet cut
the door swung wide, then calmly shut
so I walk on, with shoes that know
each mile is mine, each step is slow
I owe them nothing, not my name
not one soft word, not one small flame
they taught me this — to walk alone
to carve my path and guard my own
Sifting through friends is good,
keep the hinges
but throw away the rotted wood

About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites


Comments (2)
Phenomenal writing Marie! I love the strong sentiment as well!
The older I get, the more wary I am of making new friends. Your poem is an important reminder to protect yourself from bad friends.