shut up

It’s strange, isn’t it? How advice feels like chains, “You shouldn’t like her,” they say, “You should live this way.” But in the end, they act on their own, While their words echo, cutting to the bone. A seed of doubt, a misunderstanding sown, Twisting truths, leaving me alone. Still, I hold on, my heart stays set, For even unconfirmed, you're my safest bet.