You can never know a person's truth,
Behind the masks they wear;
I do not know the meaning of love,
Or why it is never true.
I'm unsure if so many things these days,
I know less than I thought I knew;
I don't know how to tell,
A good friend from a bad,
We talk behind each other's backs,
Ruining the trust we had;
If they know how it feels,
To have a lover or friend.
Stab their backs with knives,
Why are they so cruel to say
These are the best years of our lives?
[From Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul ]
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