Life is full of downs.
Broken trust lingers around,
like shards of glass waiting for my fall.
That group of girls whisper.
They tell secrets and wouldn't
even tell 'bout a song.
They were once shards of glass
but still I've become their friend.
Am I not trustworthy?
Why won't they take that
leap of faith?
That girl who copied my work
twice yet I've not flushed her
out. Why has nobody notice
despite it being online?
She played a late April's fools' joke,
claiming she lost a book.
Only nine days later,
did she tell. Is that typical?
Can I still trust her?
That girl who pushed me down,
breaking my spirit. Kicked
me out of a game just for
talking to a certain somebody.
Made fun of my 'blue' hands
which were only gloves.
Called a friend a female
dog. Three years I've held
a grudge. Can I or am I
willing to trust her again?
One day, I saw people being tied up.
As sister tied brother, friend
tied friend, I wondered,
who was to be trusted?
Secretive and wary,
to friends that come and go...
Should I be more trusting?
Preach to me and tell me,
should I bend down and
glue back the shards of glass?
To mend the broken trust?
To be the one to take
that leap of faith?
Whisper to me of sunshine,
love, hope, trust, God.
Share with me your soul,
heart and you'll know
mine. Do you trust me?
Do I trust you?
My lips are sealed. Are yours?
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