Who are we when we find a meaning in something that was so insignificant at first,
One little percentage yet we are part of it,
We act like we care but really who are we when we force ourselves to love,
How can you love like that,
You can't but you can try,
Make bad decisions that are now affecting you in a way you didn't think possible,
But it haunts you and you can feel the past gaining on you,
I think about all of the stuff I will never be able to explain,
I think about all the stuff that I am not allowed to think about,
I try to shackle myself to these boundaries because if I sacrifice my mind to the past,
I fall into a dark tunnel because of things that I will never as a person be able to comprehend mentally or physically,
They overwhelm me in depression because of the fact that they are true in themselves,
Truth most of us run from to find a superficial relief,
But it only seems to fade and hurts more when the truth does come around,
Truth is something that everyone struggles with because of the simple fact that it is true,
It cannot be turned around or confused or debated,
That can be the scariest part f dealing with love and truth,
Because sometimes they battle with no restraint,
Fight enough amongst themselves that you fade away,
They turn you mad and you begin to love out of the seeking of your heart for something other than this truth,
Because a lie is so much easier to deal with,

Truth, however, being fact becomes truly integrated into your mindset,
How you live, think, grow, speak,
Based off of this one part of your life that is put together by millions of trillions of strands,
What is your truth?