Believe? Poem by Saray Brunette

I think I heard HIM
As a child
When everything was because They said it was.
When lies could be truth,
And truth could be lies,
And I had no way to tell the difference.
 
I believed in HIM then;
In the days of Santa and the tooth fairy
And I whispered to HIM in the deep, deep dark.
 
I don’t remember if HE answered…
 
And as I grew, the things I knew to be true
Crumbled and blew
Away.
Truth was not just a lie,
Truth never existed.
 
You cannot trust what people say,
They do things to get their own way.
You cannot trust the things they do,
Because They do not care about you.
You cannot trust the things you see,
Everything seems to try to dupe me.
 
So,
When my lush paradise of truth
Revealed itself to be a barren desert:
Parched and empty
With oasis’ in the distance that I never seem to reach,
A will o’ the wisp of my mind.
How can I trust anything?
EVEN ME?
 
People tell me HE is there.
The same people who will beg, borrow, steal and kill to fulfill their desires.
They say……………………..believe.
They say……………………..trust.
They say……………………..read the BOOK,
Which says HE exists.
 
I can’t trust me.
And I’ve learned trusting you is hazardous for my sanity and well being.
How can I trust this?
This perfect will o’ the wisp.