Wondering Why People Lied Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clutching hearts with trepidation through the years,
afraid of being hurt or worse, abused.

Trust has never been a quality held within my being,
never having anyone tell the truth to me.

Photographic mind remembering every single thing told
to me, yet those who told me these things didn't
remember what they had said to me.

Promises they made to do things with me were always
broken, I would be ready and waiting for them and
they would never show up, they forgot all about it!

I was always wondering why people lied to me, looking
me in the eyes and smiling at me, how could people,
even those whom I loved and said they loved me, tell
me so many lies throughout life.

At times my photographic memory is a curse because of
this, remembering everything good and bad, and others
not knowing this is what I am going through, not even
realizing how they hurt me.

When getting older and realizing that not everyone had
a photographic mind, understanding was finally realized
and I learned to deal with it, just not having trust at
all in other people, even now I'm afraid.