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.