Why is it that every time i think it is safe to open up to something,
Or believe in,
It turns on me?
It Begins to tear me apart from the inside out,
Leaving me vulnerable and open for all sorts of pain and heartache.
Maybe its because i was meant to live alone,
In the dark shadows of the world,
To be left out side in the cold,
Alone and scared.
Or maybe its because i was picked to be the one they would pick on and bully?
So that one day i could explode and turn on them like they all have on me,
And they be the ones to be pickled on and bullied.
Questions that will maybe one day have answers,
Only if i decide to find these answers,
And answers that have know questions.
Is that what my life has become?
A thing that trusts and will only pass judgment once it knows the person?
And in the end gets ripped up from the inside?
And when everything calms down,
I go right ahead and trust again,
So the circle of hurt and pain can begin all over again?
All these questions without answers,
And answerers without questions.
Will they ever be answered?
