18 February 2012

Distrust

Looking at you,
watching me.
Afraid of what you might see.

Watching you,
looking at me.
Is there any truth to what I see?

Molding the surface,
as pleasant as can be.
Fear of you rejecting me.

Hiding in my mind,
driven by mistrust.
No trust in you,
nor me...



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