What is hidden by this mask of deceit?

What is hidden by this mask of deceit?
A story untold, little lies, friends
and family sacrificed for personal gain?

“No, not me.” Says the innocent one in a defensive tone.

Who do I have to hear from to find the truth?
Why are you so impersonal?
You hang out with a group of friends,
but then you turn into a recluse,
all by yourself in a dark corner.

This mask is it truly deceit?
A lack of trust, no news is good news.
The less you know about me the better
I feel.

“Another page in the book of My Secret Life.“

I’ve been so naive to think I
can open up to some people without
them stabbing me in the back.
And then I find myself
hurt, just like before.