poem #3. in the end...

the silence surrounds me, pulling me in. i can feel it now, almost as if i've committed a sin. nobody understands. not even you. but how could you understand something that isn't even true? you hid behind the lies for far too long. the truth in the end almost always comes through. i can see the pain in your eyes. do you see it too? the pain and the lies, saying everything else, all except the truth. i hear what you say, as i pass in the halls. the things you whisper, as if they ever even mattered. i can see why you do it. i mean, cant you see it too? the things that you do, expecting that id do it too. that pretty funny if you think about it. ha. the thought of me ever becoming anything like you. you say it because your insecure, isn't it so? how your so insecure. you want me to trust you, but i only trust you as far as i can throw. so in the end, whats gonna happen? are you gonna still gonna be a foe, or a simple girl who was led in the wrong direction, taken under my wing, hoping nothing will happen.