Christina Phan



After all I been through with you
I lost
In people, my family, and myself
I feel so afraid
I can't tell people the truth about anything
I'm hiding in my shell for safety
There are good people you can
There are people you can't
People you hang with is who you can
There are other people not in your group you can't
You share secrets, replied on that person, and won't backstab you is people you can
Eventually they do it without you knowing
I feel like deep in my heart I lost my
I hide everything and give simple answers that is not truth to those people and the one I love
I can't even share what I really think to them
I have the
In myself to know better
After two days ago I realized I can trust people
I need to give them one more chance
I can be me still and be strong person
Is what I need to get back in guys too because
I want to date and see what happen
I'm not holding back
I just need to give guys chances
It's right to do and experience
I won't forget, regret anymore, or cry about it
Is what I'm trying to get back and I be ok one day
I won't take guy I like for granted or people I like

Submitted: Monday, August 02, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, June 11, 2013

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