Should I tell

Should I tell it all to you?
How do I know that I can trust you?
You are only what you say that you are.
How can I believe that you would never betray me?
How do I know that you would be my confidant?
Do you really know the things that I have done?
Do you really know the things that I have thought?
Things from the deepest recesses of my mind.
Do you know the things that I believe?
Of course you don’t, there is no way that you could.
I am really very wicked.
Or at least I would like to be.
Can you see the things that I have stolen?
Can you see the things that I have done?
Can you see how heartless I can be?
Can you see how I have always been?
Can you see how I can become?
You could never know how I feel.
That is, unless I were to tell you.
But how could I ever tell anyone?
How could I ever believe or justify the things I do?
And why would there be a reason to do this?
What happened to all that has passed before…
And will pass again?
And the same thing will happen.
It will all be forgotten.
As will I.