Sam M's "Trust" is about the hurt of having a secret given away by someone you counted on. The speaker handed over "everything," including a piece of their past they wanted kept private, and the friend told it anyway. Now the speaker is stuck between anger and doubt: "I feel betrayed," but also "I don't know if you're my real friend."
What makes the poem feel honest is how unsure the speaker is. They say it "doesn't matter," then admit they hope the friend still cares. They wonder whether the whole friendship was "a lie," and immediately hope it wasn't. The lines are short and the thoughts keep doubling back, which makes the speaker sound raw and a little lost.
The ending is the most telling part. The speaker hears conflicting stories and sees the secret spread, and the last line, "But good with the bad / Right?", reads like a shaky attempt to accept it all. The mood is hurt, confused, and quietly hopeful.