Cold is all i feel.
Frozen deep inside.
I put on a smile,
But the fakeness I can't hide.

People can see through my mask,
people who pretend to care
Being happy - an impossible task
makes life simply unfair.

Expectations unrealistic,
its all just too hard,
to put on that brave face
and my mask I must discard.

To feel secure is a must,
something not yet achieved,
Simply as there is no trust,
the audience is never pleased.

But this, of course, is not my fault,
the blame is not for me,
'trust' is something not believed,
it cannot set me free.

It simply helps others bring me down,
makes me feel much worse,
grinds me into the ground,
when it starts its course.

To gain 'trust' a task is set,
one which must be passed.
Failure is a definite no,
Else you'd be unmasked.

To lose trust is the worst of all,
Regained, yet not the same,
Coz once you take that first fall,
Who knows when you'll do it again.

G Brown 2002

I wrote this poem, Well, its hard to explain. It started off saying how you can't be something you're not, people won't buy it. But then it turned into a poem about trust, or the lack of it. I really liked the last verse, i could hear my mums head in my voice when i wrote it, she was always going on about how when you lose someones trust, its harder to get it back, and everytime you lose it, it just gets worse.