December 31, 2011
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Man is not to be trusted.
Who knows what lies he hides?
I know myself.
I trust myself.
To trust anyone else is a risk.
I cannot trust for fear of deep hurt.
Every night I fall asleep to a nightmare.
A glimpse of a perfect world.
Taunting me.
Tempting me.
Every morning I awake to a nightmare.
The reality of a sinful world.
There is no such man who is perfect.
So I will stop looking for him.
I will stop waiting for him.

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MiraStorm This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 3, 2012 at 3:02 pm
my initial title for this was: Risk, but they would permit it because it was "too short"... =P
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