Truth

Press your thoughts to your mind’s eye. Peer out through the blackness and grossness Stuck to your skin like hot black tar Burning your very being and leaving It’s deep scars. Your thoughts have betrayed you. Focus hard now, for it’s time to think. Veer back in painful realization and slam The door on what you now must realize. Panic strikes deep into your heart And rips a gigantic hole in your selfishness And you ache to take it all back inside, To forget what you just seen like a bad Mistake. Voices outside speak the truth and drool At the notion of your inner truth being revealed Like a dirty secret. It sits and taunts your every breath. Your every word curses your very self-worth. Murmurs at the backdoor of righteousness Ooze into a plain color on a slab of coarse stone. Marble perhaps, its beauty engrained in every Sweep of the Creators hand. But you are not Marble. Weak and transparent - the wind blows right Through you and the sun burns your albino skin You hid in the darkness behind your face. Scratching your ugly sores that they created. Murdering the thoughts that pervade your common sense. Your closet overflows with bones of days gone by And your true self hangs dead from a rope binded by Pride. A rope you created with your own hands. You accept what you want to see and whip the Truth back into its dark corner Screaming and begging you to stop It’s legs withered and its body old and worn From years of beatings and abuse. Truth will not tolerate the dark for long. It needs the light to heal its wounds. Think hard now.