Tuesday, August 20, 2013


I am waves on the water
Not still in any way.
If you think you can see through me
You haven't swam beneath the surface
Because I know
I am not who you think I am.
I know
Because there is a whole lot of everything
That you know nothing about
And I have never told you.
I can't trust
Not when I've been judged
I can't trust
Too much has gone sour
I can't trust
Don't let me get hurt again
I won't trust
I will never trust.

-Hope A. Ezell (an excerpt from my journal)

(Just so you know, I am in a much better place than I was when I wrote this poem. I don't even remember what I was upset about.)

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