Truth

Truth From the time of my youth I've wanted justice, needed truth. I've tried to learn from my mistakes to understand, do what it takes to change my ways and to be good and still...I am misunderstood. I try to be forgiving and kindly treat my fellow man yet as I've traveled down lifes' path I've been besieged by hate and wrath. By vicious lies with evil intention and cruel remarks, too many to mention. On my being, always thrust attacks uncalled for and unjust and so much blame, denial, guilt... I feel my dying spirit wilt. I do not know how much more I am expected to endure and I can feel my anger rise when I look deeply in their eyes. With eyes, so blind, they cannot see the damage wrought inside of me. They have a laugh at my distress, are never willing to profess, wrapped neatly up in their denial while I am crying all the while' "just admit what you have done!", but no...again I'm the wrong one. I, am just a worthless fool, my pain, a source of ridicule, the pain with which I've been inflicted. For living, I stand here, convicted. Living is my one true crime and on this earth, I'll serve my time but someday, this will be no more. Death will unlock my prison door and I will finally be set free and no one else can torture me.