Truth
How is it possible to be so lost,
so completely damaged,
to be so far gone,
yet no one can see the truth?
Is my facade so damn impenetrable,
my smile that genuine,
do I deserve the academy award
because no one can see the truth?
It seems implausible really,
that you could be this screwed up,
this irreparably broken,
and still no one sees the truth.
Perhaps they don't want to see,
or consciously acknowledge,
what's staring them in the face
and just refuse to see the truth.
Or maybe, they love me too much,
to admit I'm getting close to getting ghost.
Well, look closer dammit…
the truth might just save my life!
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