Trust is a word I cannot explain,
It's a way to survive this unimaginable pain,
It's a way of discovering how you get hurt,
But really it's a way of knowing who treats people like dirt.
Trust is a word I used to hate,
I didn't know how before it was too late,
It was a way to hurt myself all the time,
Because I didn't know where they all crossed the line.
I used to trust everyone who were nice to me,
But soon I would see, those were the one who lied to me,
They would tell all my secrets, and then consider it fine,
But when I asked them about it, they would all lie.
It's fucked up,
All these stupid ways,
I didn't know who to trust,
It was all the same.
I wanted to be open,
For everyone and everything,
But being so nice, makes me so vulnerable,
And that leaves me in pain by anything.
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A bucket of light and darkness
Poetry[Highest rank October 9th 2016: #27 in poetry] I'm a teenager - a girl - and I have feelings too. Therefore I wrote these poems to tell them to you. But hush, no kiss and tell; I trust you with my secrets. And if you do spill what you're about to re...
