Truth. Balled tightly in my fist.
A secret that I cant share.
Caught in the middle and I dont dare
open my palm for all to see.
The truth is ugly, they all think.
The lies are comfortable.
It is what they all want.
Who am I to think differently?
Who am I at all?
I wish I could fling the truth into
the deepest part of the sea...lost...
gone.
But I know one day...
one day as I walked along the seashore,
it would reach out and swirl around my
ankles, pulling me in until I drowned
along with it.
