Foolish Trust

I am invisible
all alone
no one sees me,
the pain I'm in,
or the war I'm fighting.

They ask me why I'm sad
Why the tears cascade down my cheeks,
but their sympathy ends quickly.

Once they hear of
who I am,
what I do,
my past,
my life.
They decide to drop it;
to drop the glass bowl of trust
I so foolishly gave them.

Why must I do this
over and over again?
I'm running out of bowls
as well as unshattered trust.

I've been hurt so much
so how can I be invisible.
I look into the mirror
and all I see is a monster.
I look into my eyes
and I see pain,
regret,
and hate.
Then the tears start to fall again....