Hiding Anger Without Trust Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding around, listening to conversations had and remembered
with no problem.

Anger hiding just inside, but held in check, knowing friends
mean well, they care, yet tell me things I don't want to hear.

Trying to block them out, doesn't work, remembering every-
thing they say, word for word.

It's very difficult to accept that anyone would bother them-
selves to care in any way.

Not trusting anyone or what they say, getting angry because
there's no belief in love from anyone.

That's just the way it is, life has been lived like this from
the beginning.

Someday, maybe, acceptance for what friends say, is possible,
I don't know, they shouldn't hold their breath.

Leaving me alone, disappearing, keep bothering me, getting me
angry, trying to get me to talk, helping to trust, maybe one
day their point of view may become valid, but I doubt it.

No matter what, still loving friends, forgiving them anything,
but they may have to reach out, for I will run from them.

Getting away, never returning, that's the price paid when
trust is not in your life from the very start of it.