People will ask, "Why don’t you open up?" They’ll say, "People like you are the ones hurting themselves… always bottling things up." But they don’t see the scars. They weren’t there the day you did open up To the wrong person. The one who used your pain as a weapon, Who took your truth and twisted it, Who made you regret being vulnerable. And so, silence became your comfort. Your safe space. Because this world… it’s not balanced. Some people will hug you with one arm and stab you with the other. Some will clap for you in public and curse you in private. Trust? It’s hard. It’s cracked in some of us. You try to fix it, but each time you try, it bleeds again. Some people will support you in front and still drag your name behind your back. So tell me, do you think trust is easy? Still… Maybe one day, I’ll trust the right person. Maybe one day, someone will look at me and see more than just a quiet soul. Maybe one day, people will stop assuming. Maybe one day, I’ll be safe… in someone’s honesty. Humans judge too fast. They don't ask why, they just assume. Humans?? Some will support you to your face And dig a hole behind your back Trust is hard Too hard Sometimes it feels like you can't trust anyone, You learn to trust a few and leave the rest Because trusting the wrong person can break you more than being alone ever will. But maybe Just maybe One day I'll trust the right person Someone who won't treat my silence like a problem Someone who won't use my truth as ammunition Someone who sees , really sees and stay Maybe But hope is still there Somewhere Whispering "Mayne one day" Do you find it hard to trust people too? Yes 💔 No 💜 Sometimes🖤 Drop an heart.