Deceived
The horrifying thought of how important I am.
Of how I am abounded by who I thought was closest to me.
The moment I let someone in, I am disappointed.
The wall I built protected me. I knew who I am, I knew that I had no true friends here. The moment I believed otherwise, that I could indeed find someone who loves me that much, who would be loyal, I fall in that black hole again.
With all respects to you, deceiving, selfish lairs, I am never trusting anyone, ever again!