I Am Confused

To the boy who liked to play games,

What is the truth? 

Why is everyone refusing to tell me the truth? 

The only thing I know is that I do not know the truth, 

but that does not mean I am a toy for you to play with.

I trusted you and you proved me wrong. 

For some reason I want to trust you again, 

but that does not mean I am easily fooled. 

I cannot decide if what I feel for you is love or hate, 

but that does not make me indecisive. 

Sometimes my emotions get the best of me, 

but that does not mean I am asking for attention. 

When you told me to give you space, I gave you space, 

but that does not mean I was pushing you away. 

My cry for help was not an excuse for all of our friends to know my secrets. 

I do not know how you could have done this to me. 

I do not know how you could have said those cruel words. 

I do not know why I miss you or why I love you. 

I do not know who to trust anymore.

All I know now is I am confused. 

From,

the girl who would still do anything to make you happy.