I could not tell you the truth, even if I wanted,
throat thick with lies.
No one knows the truth.
Truths are but angel sonnets, beckoned by divinity.
The truth is not the truth
it's an idea or a feeling.
My truth is painfully sad.
Compressed and bitter.
Inside I'm crumpled.
plagued with the horrors.
I can not smile from the inside out
I can only fake
There is no truth here
You alone make things worth the fight
Seconds of sunlight pillar on your face
Then comes night, all distinguished
And my truth is all around
You may not see it in my face
And no words can express,
but inside I'm broken
breaking every day.