Treasure Island

Mathew Sutter

(Feb.3,1992 / Hampton, Virginia)

A Sad, Sad Thing


Yes, it is a sad, sad thing,
When trust is broken,
And suspecions are raised.
I truly hate these moments,
And it sends me into a rage.

For, because the simple things,
Can break a trust,
And the honest one is no longer honest.
Yes, suspecions will be raised,
By some form of misunderstanding.
And the one who hids the secret,
Will no longer hide in the dark.
For it is at night that I write,
What I feel.
But they don't understand,
The feelings I feel.

So now I am the untrusted one.
Being punished for breaking the rules,
But only because I hid in the dark,
To tell the world why I am who I am.
Yes, it is a sad, sad thing,
And this time,
All the blame is on me.

Submitted: Thursday, November 13, 2008

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