I’m odd.

I want to be close to other people,

and can sometimes allow myself to be.

I also want to be alone,

and as soon as somebody seems to want to spend time with me,

I revolt.

Why do I do this?

The people that I trusted the most betrayed me,

Stabbed me in the back,

Blindsided me.

Now, I find it hard to let people become close to me.

I trust no one.

I know there are good people out there, but I am still in survival mode.

I still feel the need to protect myself from others.

This is the lasting effects of childhood trauma.