Illusions

The trust I reposed in myself was unfathomable.

Air tight, solid. 

My perspective, unique. My taste, flawless. 

I see the good in people. 

Just about everyone has a good side. 

That view hasn't changed. 

It's just altered. 

So determined to see good in the world, 

I shot myself in the foot. 

Blinded to the truth, I saw things that weren't there. 

My heart bled for I was betrayed. 

Betrayed, by the very thing I trusted. 

My eyes. My judgment and decision making. 

Only if I had doubted just a little. 

Only if I pondered to ask "could this really be all true."

My heart would be in a better place if my sight and mind did their job. 

In the end, my blurred vision resulted in a mirage.