Every day passes, reminding me of lessons to be learned. Oppurtunities pass me by, showing me things that should be realised. I only know life as a teen, I can only guess what life is meant to be, based on what I have seen and what I've been through. I've learnt of trust and the pain it may cause. You can never know a persons truth from behind the masks they wear. I don't know the meaning of love, or why it's never true. I'm unsure of so many things these days, I know less than I thought I did. I find it's getting difficult for me to distinguish good from bad. And although it sounds cliche, I'm guess I'm just misunderstood. I need to move on past the hurts, move from this hell. I need to stand up to the others and to myself. I don't know how to tell a good friend from a bad. We talk behind each others backs, ruining the trust that took years to gain. When I stare into the mirror, I see things I wish I could deny. A fear of judgement and confortation, I can no longer look myself the same way I used to. If everybody has to go through torment and pain, they understand the hurt. If they can feel the burden of their fears. And know the cost of showing their tears. If they know how it feels to have a lover or friend stab their backs with knives, why are they so cruel to say..."These are the best years of our lives"