I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.
remember that my heart is like a flower.
Yes, I am fine.
But I am delicate,
I can still be bruised,
I can wilt,
without much effort, you can pull my tender petals from their stalk.