You say something and I believe it,

The words are true to me as

Light is to day, as the moon to the night.

I try to believe you could not be lying to me,

That you would never lie to me,

As one who loves should not lie,

But it ends up being false, and I know that

My gullible mind has been tricked, tricked

Into believing that there was something,

Duped into a false feeling of hope and desire,

Lured into a feeling of compassion and security.

My naïveté is broken, or it should be by now,

But still I believe, and still I hope,

That one day I won’t be labeled gullible,

Because the world will start telling the truth.