The truth
hurts,
in so many more ways than one,
because it normally ends up,
with someone in tears,
or hurt some how,
as soon as the deed is done.
The angry truth,
it in the minds of the holder,
and the truth seems to be fabricated,
more and more,
as we get a little bit older.
The truth is,
as most people see it,
is all in their head,
and sometimes they'll say it,
and regret the terrible thing they said.
The angry truth,
is when we're all so frustrated inside,
when we want to punch through walls,
when we just want to run and hide.
The truth is,
we're scared, truth be told,
and we feel so very alone,
we watch our shadows like we watch our backs,
and we watch our footsteps, paranoia to the max.
The Angry Truth...
is angry because we are.
And when we take it out on ourselves,
sad truth is,
we sometimes take it too far.
We take it out on our bodies,
in extremes that only those who survived can tell,
and tears shall always fall,
just as the friends we knew, had fell.
Down.
The truth.
We can help.
If we all stood together, side by side,
if we were all here together,
for anyone and everyone who cried.
It'd be a little better,
not matter what kind of weather,
if we all had each other,
to call our sister and our brother.
The angry truth is,
we don't.
The truth, and the angry truth.
Could you handle either of them?