Why am I the one
with this burden
why am I the one
who's been trusted
time and time again
everyone tells me
their hearts desires
their most terrifying moments
their pleasures
their pains
the reasons why their souls are stained
sometimes I wish I wasn't trusted
sometimes I wish they'd hate me
for the burden is great
but I fear I'm already too late
to get out of this so-called blessing
of trust and not of hate
