The Truth

I'm writing this as I'm listening to angry music...

You know what you did was wrong... Horrible

But you can't erase the past

You tell yourself that if you tell them what they want to hear then everything will be okay

But deep down you know that it will kill you to live under the lie

 

You finally start to see that they can see through you

But you don't know what to do...

It's eating at your life... How you feel every minute of everyday

Your trapped with no where to run

 

You finally decide to tell them what they don't want to hear but you know it's the right thing to do

You realize that this isn't just affecting you, but it's affecting everyone else too

 

Slowly you tell the truth you see how one person reacts

He reacts like you wouldn't believe... It's horrible

You start to feel like you can't tell anyone else

But you know you have to...

 

If there was anyother way you would take it

Anyother way for them not to hate you

You know that there isn't anyother way...

You can only hope for a limited time

 

You tell yourself this is the right thing to do

You will loose their trust for a while... You know that.

But this was your own doing

You set this up only for yourself

 

You know that this is only a lesson of life

You can run all you want but sometime you will have to come clean

No matter what you will have to come clean

You will have no where to run

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[William Michael Reeves]

I hope whomever you're writing about has read your poems and knows how tortured you are here in Seattle. It can lead to sleeplessness.