Trust Issues

Do you love me?

I ask this question daily.

As I looked at your faces,

Because all I see is a mask.

This sense of rejection.

A seed planted in my early life.

watered by countless disappointments,

Has gorwn into this big tree of distrust.

My love Life.

At the risk of never occuring.

As the pretty damsel.

Looks like a loaded gun aimed at me.

My brain runs on the fuel of emotions.

I have betrayed logic.

I have put it the sidelines for too long.

I have ran solely on fear, worthiness

and more.

I think its time to address, Mr. Sadness.

Cut down the tree of distrust.

Build great foundations

of new values

to kill this trust Issues.

#poetry