You trust me, don't you?

Not very smart on your behalf.

Don't trust anyone, dear child.

Didn't anyone ever tell you that?

I guess I shouldn't blame you.

I do appear trustworthy,

With my fake reliability,

And helpful ways.

I don't want to be like that,

But I have no choice.


They'd lock me up in an asylum,

And destroy my true self.

My individuality.

If they find out I was,

What they feared above all.

It's why I keep it hidden,

Trapped inside,

Away from human eyes.

You understand, don't you?

My only dear friend.

INSANITY (poetry)Where stories live. Discover now