Truth

Truth is a silent scream behind closed doors. It is lost to our mind, unable to be verbalized. It is pooled, festered piss on the carpet floor. It is a mattress soaked in silent, unseen tears. Truth is reliving the nightmare, and cries in the middle of the night. It is waking up at 2 with heart racing from reliving. It is a fear a girl cannot express. It is a life destroyed. Truth is obfuscated between lawyers and affidavits. It echoes the footsteps of the court. It is early puberty, and unseen scars. It is placed behind the lock and key, and the red seal on paper. Truth is a frozen girl, naked on the shower floor. It is a drawing of stick figures doing unspeakable things. It is being scared to open the blinds, and unable to open doors and windows. It is a girl hiding in the cupboard. Truth is the silent scream behind closed doors.