Where Is the Truth

Where is the truth? All I see are lies. Oh, what is real? Please open my eyes. My thoughts are deceitful. They can't tell the truth. There's no way to prove it. The accusations are uncouth. If they were true, Others would look and see. They'd recognize the torment That was happening to me. Why is it just now The thoughts come in sight? If they were true, They'd have always been in the light. The hole in my heart Where warmth should lie Is the only clue To the past gone by. The haunting images That I sometimes view Serve to me The only other plausible clue. Should I go with my gut Or how I believe I should feel? This is the question The issue does reveal. I've always been impulsive, And this makes me believe. The seemingly unbelievable Does not my problem relieve. The guilt I feel is so intense, For believing something this way. There are still many times I feel I can't go another day. So I choose to believe something else. It would be wiser to say nothing occurred, And just look at my life As if no negative I endured.