Truth

This was inspired by a friend.

I lied when I told you I was fine.

I lied when I told you I didn't miss her.

You don't know who I really am because I am afraid to show you.

I tell myself I can when I know I can't.

I used to have friends who weren't friends at all.

I still have that notebook you gave me. And each night I poor my heart and soul into it. It is everything I am and have been.

I do cry. Not because of the pain but because of what should have been.

I once trusted in you. Everything I was isn't me any more. You made me into what I am today. Are you proud of that? I know I'm not. I should have known better. I should have prepared myself. I didn't.