My gates of insanity have opened.
I feel ice cold,
Whilst the heat of their gazes.
Educate me like a mindless child,
"Honesty is the best policy."*
Tell me, is honesty the best policy,
If the truth you know can slit your throat?
My nature has never been nice to me.
I am caged within myself.
I know not of salvation with embracing truth.
They keep asking me to tell the truth,
Whilst knowing that it would change them.
Tell me I'm terrible!
Tell me I'm horrid!
Tell me I've changed!
I have changed nothing!
My lips are dry,
My hands are exhausted.
Still, I'd never run.
I'd feel the sting and stay.
I'd take the blow and stand again.
I'd stand for what others think is wrong.
I am not you.
You are not me.
Cut me and tear me to shreds!
I'd still speak of what is-

false.