(I still have trust issues…)
Trust
I find this hard to say;
I never thought I was this way;
Every day I go without,
Not knowing what I’m missing now.
The trust I get and can receive,
But I am without this trifle need,
To figure out what to do,
To make others see my truth.
Forever I may fail to see,
What trusting people brings to me;
I want to be the chosen soul,
That everyone turns to know.
Failure to bring about the end;
This trust is failing me before its sent;
Everyone sees nothing of my truth;
And I do not know what to do.
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