Trust and truth are fickle things
You give them room; they spread their wings
I always end up disappointed
All excuses, all disjointed
‘I never meant to lie to you’
Old words that ring yet sound so new
‘I didn’t mean to cause you hurt’
So stop these games and make it curt
There is no safety from your hell
That hurt me worse and made me dwell
‘Ere the lie you had my trust
But dealings now are swift and just
Fickle people in my life
Do much to aid my toil and strife
A game gets played with every heart
Before the world just falls apart
So dark, like the others, but with a ring of truth. To be fair, I don’t think anyone lied to me more than I lied to myself. Thanks for reading.