Trust is like a glass
Perched on the edge of a table
Some people will push it farther on
Others will knock it off
And it will shatter opon the floor
If you choose to pick up the pieces
It will be painful, each sharde will leave a scar
But the glass can be put back together
Though it will take time
Once mended it will be hard to keep the glass on the table
But with care you can
The glass can be fixed, trust can be reformed
But both will leave scars