The Truth Revealed

The words are there
All finally
Falling into place
The question in my mind,
Held for so, so, so long,
Is finally answered.
Answered.
Answered not by those being asked,
But by those who've stumbled upon it,
That dear, dear information
Everyone knows,
But 'no one' knows.
Everyone was told
But me.
The one person they know they could trust
With the world,
And yet
I didn't know!
Why,
If it had been me alone,
It would have been just that:
Only me.
For eternity.
But, no.
Of course not, no!
Not me,
Not me!
Because,
Oh, dear, you just can't
Trust me with even an
Irrelevant,
Outdated,
Simple,
Totally worthless secret!
And if I can't trust them
To trust me,
Then I suppose it all
Just slips from reality,
Doesn't it?
Like her sick little dreams.
Do they enjoy seeing my
Ignorant bliss
That much?
The one
That I myself cannot stand?
What if,
One day,
It were to really matter?
What if it
Is really important?
Would they trust me then?
Could I trust them
To tell me then?
What if one day
I felt myself
Slipping?
Could I bring myself
To tell them then?