trust

i got hard to trust people 

but admit i can that 

i am not perfect

far  from that  

i lived and learn 

got trust issues 

cuts and i still remember you clean my butt 

oh god , the intimacy of it - it wore  perfect 

how you swoop me up when i fell out my wheelchair 

and made me fell like a princess when you said my outfit wore cute

it was then i decided to turn you in to a poem , because you wore like a friend

but you help me open up and i like the way you pick me up like an coffee cup

when you grown up and been bullied , picked on and basically told your , worth

by your family and relatives , its hard to knew who to trust but i guess i take a chance 

and believe that we can be friends ?