The face you once made as a child seems to grow tight as you age. The people you once followed show their ugly deceitful soul. What happened to not one without the other? No more. Be gone. One can only truly trust themselves, but even though you tell yourself nightly of the face evil shows in others you can't seem to bring yourself to stop what was happening. The truest of light shins in the darkest room. Don't do it! Don't follow or you'll regret it, but he won't make you feel regret not like she could. Never like she could, Never like she did. Who knew the closest one to you could choose another so quickly when all you did was tell the truth, but that light over there in the corner just as hazy and broken as you brings hope. Fall into his arms protect and love him as he does you, but don't go into the light. For, in the light is where the darkness resides.
V**
YOU ARE READING
To Be Real?
PoetryComment on this story and I will read your stories and and comment on them. I could care less what the comment is. My other short stories I have written for my fans. Please enjoy them.
