The Truth

July 3, 2013

Look into me

This is the truth

This is my truth

Beautiful words to express my youth

The words are dripping from my lips

Just one thing that I would wish

Leave it be

This is the truth

This is my truth

Who are you to decide what it comes to?

Scream out but you're not there

I shout but they just stare

Tell me what you see

This is the truth

This is my truth

I turn to these beautiful words

Suddenly no longer so disturbed

My truth is felt

My truth is heard

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