Trust

I’m tired of being hurt.

Of having someone come along

And crush 3 whole days of feeling good.

Some people find it easy to feel good.

To look into themselves and see good things.

But I am not one of those people.

I am not a person who can clip the bad things out

And look through the holes and see sunlight.

I put on a good mask.

I know how to paint the face.

But most the times when I say I don’t feel good

Its not a body feeling

But a soul.

So when someone comes along

Someone I’ve given the power to heal or hurt

A someone I trust with that

And they smash the good feelings

 I just want to become the girl I started out as.

The brick layer after brick layer after brick layer

Of not trusting

Of not letting in

Of not giving a damn what anyone thinks of me.