Trauma

Oh what a tangled web you weave

when first you practice to deceive...

you’ve made me question all that I believe.

One lie can alter her world and every lie after will alter the girl.

Do you know what it’s like to question everything you hear?

To only believe half of what you see?

Betrayal can be forgiven, depending on the level.

But dishonesty leaves you permanently broken, disheveled.

It eats at your soul, eats at you very core

Leaves you distrusting forevermore

Every word second guessed

The anxiety, the pain, it leaves you depressed

It leaves you scarred

Your emotions become barred

You ask yourself why

All you want is to cry

Cry tears, cry out in anger, cry out in absolute frustration

But those emotions also silence you like strangulation

Will it end, will it happen again?

How do you protect yourself from something that you never saw coming?