Truth

The truth can set you free,
Or bind you to a destiny,
Its weight is great,
A burden upon the shoulders,
A projectile from an honest gun,
Truth can hurt,
Truth can kill,
Truth feels wrong
But it is what's real.
There is no barter,
When it comes to how you feel.
Truth can take your breath away,
Truth can make you steal.
Truth is as pure as a perspective
And only as clear.
Within the simplest answers we find our greatest fears.
We long for people to understand us, but hide it from the ones that are near.
For those we love we swallow our words and staunch their wounds before they appear.
Guilt is the only winner here.
Guilty be the sinner for deception
Guilty be the honest for his perception
Sentence to life or sentence to death,
Too scared to speak a plea so we hold our breath,
And take the pain, hold their despair, till it's all we got left.
The words unspoken, weigh like promises broken, so crucify me for the feelings I cant control, the pain is somthing I've had to endure,
Atleast you will know,
The words sharp enough to cut to the bone,
To make me feel like I am broke,
Till my ashes turn to smoke
And I choke,
On the words I've kept inside my cloak ,
Heavy and tear soaked
You will reap what you sow
Torture be deserved for letting a seed grow,
And opportunity for prosperity given,
Cursed be the name that bear the connotation "honest"
The truth can free a nation.
Or end in assassination.
Please except this token of respect, my honesty, and beat me with it mercilessly as if it were a weapon that you had taken from me.
Truth.
Is deadly.
This literal literary exercise is an example of my own demise , as seen from my eyes as the truth is posed as a torture device, my shame with gag me, my mind fill with violence, and I shall be sentenced in silence. My explanations given no acceptance, my existence merely a hindrance. Goodbye achievements, good riddance, integrity is here to participate in the problems honesty creates,
Truth is blind, yet the reason for its existence lies behind the eyes inside the mind that decided not to lie.
There is a reason so few honest men are alive,
The problem with my rare heritage is our similar symmetry to chivalry.....
We tend to always die.
Truth.
Isn't. Always. Right.