Strangers

Friendly faces,
Touched by traces of jealousy
You'll find,
That the people that you once knew,
Are now watching you from the other side.

You've opened up to them.
With your secrets, stories, and lies,
But now you watch in terror
As they use them to make you cry.

You try to think back to what it used to be,
Not too many years ago.
When you would take away from them,
Until their hearts break,
Until their minds change,
Leaving you to feel the same.
Could this be fate?
Or some ordinary trick of the trade?