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by Kristin Oct 3, 2006 category : Life, society / other
I thought I needed others, to carry on through the day, I thought I needed help, To keep my worries at bay. But my words just turned to dust, everything I told you was let out, You told them all my secrets, and told them what I was about. I trusted you with my life, and allowed you a tunnel in, But I should have watched my back, I should have looked under your skin. Now I know my secrets, will always be just mine. Nothing useful will be told to you, and my trustfullness will decline. I now watch what I say, and tell no one how I feel, because in the end of it all, there is no one who acts real.
by Goth marionette
Because in the end of it all, there is no one who acts real. That is so true,everyone wears a mask and It is too hard to find someone who keeps ur secrets.. But this is how we learn from our mistakes.. I loved ur poem so much..Plz keep it up..