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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.

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