Distrust

Distrust

That is what I feel

For almost everyone

Distrust

It’s a scary word

So deep

So many repercussions

I feel it towards others

That they don’t want to be with me

They lie to me

Give me lip service

I’m a charity case

Don’t trust my father

He’ll just hurt me in the end anyway

Mom

HELL no

I definitely do not trust her

Everything seems to be manipulation

Constantly turning the dagger

The one she shoved in my back

At a very

Very young age

But most of all

God

I don’t trust you

I feel like you will let me down

I feel like…

I’m an afterthought

“oh..

And then there is Kara”

Like the awkward step-child

“oh yes

She has many talents

She could do this

This

And this

But she’ll never accomplish it

She’ll never amount to anything

She talks too much

She doesn’t know how to get a job

She can’t be herself with anyone

She’s just

Well

I accept her…

Only because I must”

I know why I feel this way

But that doesn’t change it

It’s still there

It’s still how I live

I live in a box

Constantly protecting myself

Constantly worrying

Worrying that someone will finally speak the truth

“no one really wants you Kara,

Not even God really,

We only say we do because we must

Your annoying

Not very intelligent

You talk too much

Can’t formulate your thoughts astutely

Your mind is always wandering.”