The Truth

I just had to vent, but I couldn't vent to the person this poem is directed to... I just... can't...

The Truth

Sometimes I wish
That the truth was still hidden.
Now, in my mind
To think of it is forbidden.

Do you know what I did today?
I looked through old pictures.
Do you know what I saw?
I saw smiling faces,
Families not broken,
Just being together,
But the truth was still unspoken.

Who else knew the truth?
Was I the first to know?
If that is the case,
I'd wish it wasn't so...

Every night,
When I'm lying in bed,
Tears fill my eyes,
And thoughts in my head.

Author's Note

I tried to make it rhyme, but that wasn't really my main priority... Yeah...