Alone.

I’m all alone.

In a room full of people.

And I’m all alone.

I know what you said about me

That day

I was storming away

In the middle of my own grievances

Which I had shared with you in confidence

The day my life ran astray.

I know what you said about me.

It doesn’t make any sense.

Can’t they see?

I’m not the one to blame!

How did this twisted, agonizing pain

Become a lie used against me?

A twisted new reality

And I can see

How they see me.

You invited me here.

To mock me,

You invited me here.

To a room full of people

I used to know.

Who knew me.

Knowing.

A funny little thing I used to think

Held its foundation in truth.

But what is the truth

And what can it be

If the truth is only in what we trust

And not what we know.

Than the truth can be anything.

And you know that.

And they know you.

Who’s left to trust?