Truth
It burns and it stays,
strikes deep inside,
reveals your ways.
rips apart places to hide.
It creates the Indignant,
it creates the Wrongfully Scorned,
the heretic pronouncing now the Maleficent,
and friendships lost not mourned.
In hope it is said,
rarely is it well received,
open it is laid,
to help the deceived.
You scream out of shame.
With rage you shake.
insides aflame.
Because someone sees through the fake.
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