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.
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