Trust Someone....

True crime is one of my favorite genres,
And though I value my life, and my loved ones, precious,
I'm tired of being overly cautious.
 
And I know you've been hurt before,
You've been lied to before,
Had your friendship betrayed, or had copyright on something stolen from you before.
 
I've tried to see your viewpoint,
But that doesn't mean, that I can't trust someone, some point,
Sorry if I dissapoint.
 
I'll do what it takes to stay alive,
I'll do what it takes to keep those I love alive,
I'll be extra cautious to stay alive.
 
But I hate having to check twice with my best friends, who've never told any of my pitifully lame secrets,
That they won't tell my secrets,
Like how much I dislike my mean boss, and similar secrets.
 
I will stay safe around strangers,
But I don't want anymore, to have trust issues around non-strangers,
And I know most people who hurt others, to them, are not strangers.
 
I just want to, if I die, to have died doing what I loved...
Being happy, connecting with others (though still a bit introverted), and loving life and a world worth being loved.
Not hiding in my shell, in a world in which me, you've shoved...
 
When your constant worry,
Has made rather unhealthy,
My natural tendency for anxiety.