Trust is like an used cleanx,
You trust someone,
And then you get used,
And thrown away.
But why does everyone lose your trust?
Best friends are suppose to be there,
And catch you when you fall,
But that doesn't happen.
Instead you have to have,
True best friends,
To be there,
And to catch you.
Because fakes would use you,
And betray you,
And wont be there for you,
Or catch you.
So that is why,
You have to chose your friends,
Wisely and carefully,
Because you never know.
You never know who is worth fighting for,
Who is worth all the gold,
Who is worth all the money in the world,
And who is worth your trust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem