Poetry

You tell me to tell you my problems,
And give you every little piece of my mind
But when everyone lives in a palace of lies,
You'll see my heart is quite hard to find.
I have tried to let things out before,
But no one can simply be quiet,
All of my secrets are spilled from their lips,
And I am now the cause of a riot. 
Is it my fault that I can trust no one?
Is it my fault that everyone has betrayed?
Anyone who has dragged me into their game
Hates when I show them how it's played
So from here on out,
My troubles are my own..
They'll hide beneath the surface,
Never to be shown
Because if they come out to play,
Then they settle in, and are here to stay
It makes for quite a downcast day...
The type to make me run away.