Distrust

I just want to share this, with you

I just want you to get excited, with me

But every time I bring it up

Skepticism, written all over your face

Distrust, for unknown reasons.

 

Why can’t you understand?

Time after time I reassure

Time after time you disagree

Not outright,

But I see it in your eyes.

 

Why can’t you trust me?

Didn’t you raise me right?

Are all parents like this?

Why would I impart this

If I had anything to hide?

 

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