Sonnet 3

I don’t know why I trick myself Into believing in the good nature Of the people that I choose to surround myself With because I always seem to allure Misery and her friend betrayal. How simple is it for one to find a person That will not, on short notice and without out warning or consent create a portrayal Of my fears and regrets and use it to eclipse the sun. So in darkness I sit and ponder “Am I allowed happiness?” Or am I meant to be the one to wander Forever in search of kindness. A kindred spirit may only in a black hole, But I will find acceptance in hell, with my broken soul.