Poetic Excuses

Who?

I need to open up to people,
But to who?

Who is worthy of my trust?

Who is worthy of my knowledge?

Who can I turn to?
No one.

The answer is no one.
I know there are people who feel my pain, but I will only cause more.

Who can handle my secrets?

Who can listen and care about what I have to say?

Who is loyal enough to forgive all the lies I have told?
No one.

Once again, the answer is no one.
I can't bring myself to tell anyone the truth, nor can I even bring up my pain alone.

Who will hold me when I cry?

Who will hug me when I tell them I am fine, knowing the truth?

Who will talk to me and tell me I am okay?
No one.

The sad truth strikes again.
I have no one to hold me, no one to tell me everything is okay, and no one to understand what I really mean under all these lies...

No one can confront me on this....
Well, they could....

I just know they won't.
They say they will, but they never do.