A bond of broken trust In the shadows, I've watched you thrive, Achieving greatness, while I've struggled to survive. Your work, a masterpiece, a symphony of art, I've admired, respected, and learned from your heart. But behind my back, whispers spread like a stain, Gossip and criticism, a toxic, venomous refrain. No words of correction, no guidance to impart, Just the sting of betrayal, a wound that cuts to the heart. I've given you respect, admiration, and praise, For the gifts you've shared, the wisdom you've raised. But it seems, my efforts, have been met with disdain, A silence that speaks volumes, a pain that remains. Why do you not speak, when you see me stray? Why do you not guide, when I'm lost along the way? Instead, you whisper secrets, to those who would listen, Leaving me to wonder, if our bond was just a fiction. I'll continue to admire, your work, your art, But the hurt of betrayal, will forever leave its mark. For in the end, it's not the achievement that defines, But the character, the heart, that beats behind. Thank you @Umali Chimatilo