Nothing is worse than knowing no one trusts me.
They don't understand, they don't even care what they see.
They look at me like I'm a blank canvas, one which needs to be painted.
You can see through me like glass. Nothing is really there.
They think I'll spill out all their secrets, all the dirty little secrets they hide.
But if they don't trust me well that is fine.
Claiming you tell me everything, well surely that's a lie.
I'm selfish and angry that I know. But also paranoid all at once.
Living in a world where no one listens, with no one to help. They don't want to be around me much longer.
The trust is broken, everything shattered. I hide away in my little shell so I don't get hurt again.
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