To me they are always kind
Really, I should pay no mind
Unless I'm being stabbed in the back
Still, I'm not; so why do I feel attacked?
That hasn't happened in a long time.
I've matured, I'm past those days
So are they, they've changed their ways
Still everyone, I suspect
Until I'm a paranoid wreck
Everyone and everything I doubt
Secure for a bit, but soon put back out.
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