Let me, let me

Let me be the truth teller- The word weaver- The speaker of blunt truths that cut like knives. Let me be the brutally honest The ever-endless one who speaks her heart And sugarcoats nothing. Forget what people think of me. Forget if people even care. Forget if respect does come from them Or if I recieve their scorn- So there. Let me be the truth teller, The one who does not shy away. For since I serve the Maker of Truth Its not like I have much of a say. And indeed, I want to be this way.