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Aug 2013
So you want to know
Why I don't trust
Anyone
Anyone
Completely
Simple theory:
It's like an acid burn
It leaves a permanent
Ugly
Deformed
Mark

Four years ago,
I saw a future
Full of fun
And laughter

There was this girl
We hit off right away
Best friends forever,
Maybe even 
Sisters

I told her 
Everything
I told her
Anything
I trusted her
Completely
We even kept
A little book
And made little
Friendship keys

So sure
She was the one
Until they came
Along

They made me feel
So at home
They made me feel
I belonged
Not sure when
It started
But there were 
Hateful stares
Annoyed faces
Change in attitude
And then the one
I thought would
Stay
Forever,
She turned
Too

She spilled
Everything
Every
Single
Thing

And turned
And twisted
And moulded
Them into things
that were
Untrue
Spreading them
All around
Turning most
Everyone
A whole class,
(The girls at least,
The boys naturally stayed away)

Humiliated,
Taunted,
Laughed at,
I was turned
Into a joke
A nerd
A complete
Idiot
With the nearest friend
In the next class,
I spent my time
Alone

That day I went back
I cried for an hour
Sitting in a pool
Of ice-cold water
Tears pouring down my face
Wondering
What on earth
Did I do 
Wrong
And that was where
Everything
Changed

That day,
I built my armor.

That day,
I sharpened my weapons.

That day,
My heart died.

That day,
I promised myself
For these things,
I would no longer cry 

That day,
I turned hard and cold.

That day, 
The term
"Best friend"
Lost its meaning
Removed
From my dictionary 

Along with it
Went 
"Trust"

Till now,
I still don't trust
Completely
It can be partially,
Mostly,
Or not at all
You can come close,
Very close.
But the inner most layer,
Is one no one can
Touch

I'm sorry
If I 
Violated
Anyone's trust
Or if
I've hurt you
But this is me.
This is one of 
The Principles
I live by.
"In the end, everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see"
X the unknown variable
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