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Trust Issues by UncommonlyNormal

I use to be That One.

"Go ahead,
You can trust me.
Don't worry,
I won't tell a soul."

Crushes.
Relationships.
Friends.
Drama.

Anything was my specialty.
Everything was my specialty.
All anyone needed to do was ask;
And they did.

Friends.
Family.
Acquaintances.
Even strangers.

The average adolescent is inexperienced, this is true.
The question arises well before maturity:
"Does he like me?"
Or even better:
"Will he ask me out?"
Both eventually lead to the desperate inquiry:
"What should I do?"

To which I calmly answer:
"Do what you want to."

Of course, I don't sound so harsh.
I walk the acquaintance through the steps:
What they can do, what to expect.
It can grow into a long process.

I listen.
I advise.
I help.
I comfort.

Internally, I question, "Why come to me?"

The stranger is satisfied, and I'm rewarded with appreciation,
Which is enough.
I want to help.
Honestly, I do;

But that smile I return to every faceless being,
That same smile each "session,"
Grows more and more exhausted
As more of me is drained.

Don't get me wrong,
I want to help.

Honestly, I do;

But must the person that everyone comes to, feel so

Tired?

Terrible?

Alone?

Trust Issues

UncommonlyNormal

An old vent poem of mine. Ironically, this doesn't even relate to me anymore pffft

(c) UncommonlyNormal

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