M's Poetry

The Truth

The Truth

I have decided it's impossible
for you to really know it
for you to acknowledge
how much better you think it is
to believe a lie
to plan a seed of pain
to sprout up
over and over again

I don't know what you was taught
as a little child
I can't imagine it was pure evil
so I ponder what makes you tick
why you carry so many knives
why your shoulder carries such a big chip
is it because you can't handle the truth?

I think you know exactly where the words lead
where tears many of nights have been cried
over your deeds
how the will you impose on the family
is nothing made of love
but somewhere we are conditioned
to accept it as such
but that's not the truth

The truth is you have no compassion
no good decent bone
I have tried in vain
in search of
a way to explain the torment unleashed
to find something to hold to
one good reason
but I can't speak of things I can't find
of feelings I have never experienced
I would like to lie and claim it all rosy
but that wouldn't be the real story
that wouldn't be the truth....

2006@ Megan Watkins




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