Unlike Them
Wandering,
Wandering
as though you are lost,
yet all around you,
are those you called your friends.
Fakes
they were,
for in your time of need
they turned their backs
upon you.
Now, alone and broken,
weeping.
Can you learn
to trust again?
For I am, unlike them,
no gilded facade for me.
I am who I seem.
