You’re not born with trust issues,
they’re created by deception.
Betrayal, ripped from the mouths of monsters -
chucked into the souls of believers.
And I trusted them.

I believed that they weren’t lying,
never scheming or cheating.
Ignoring every sign for the belief that I must trust -
thinking they were never doing wrong.
And yet they were.

Now whenever I see those red flags,
I remind myself to have faith.
Assuring myself that you are the one who is honest -
presume that you are never doing wrong.
And I’m not convinced.

After too many times I’ve been hurt,
I don’t believe myself anymore.
Reassuringly you answer every jaded question I ask -
hounding you to tell the truth.
And I believe you.

Because you are the one that I trust,
You are the one that I believe.
Your words are the words I will never take issue with -
It’s just me who I have issues with.
And the monster I’ve created.