Reputation, status n’ position,
Have differences.
But they all take the rap,
For something haven’t done.  

We all, trusted wrong,
Regret it.
But we all try to live by it,
Slightest, survive.

"I care, trust me." they say
No they don’t.
They enjoy seeing you die inside,
It all envy they have.

Trust…?
Has always been an inquiry for me.
I never knew how to deal with it,
And non of you.

Trust.


By: Zoulaikha