The Ugly True
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There's an ugly truth
that lies beneath.
Like a second skin
that aches to be seen.
You know it's there
it itches and burns.
It wants to come out
as it festers and churns.
Still you will hide it
undetected, concealed.
What would you do
if that truth were revealed?
How could you face it
if everyone knew
the ugly and awful
about you is true?
Shame is a sickness
guilt is a sin.
Could you ever admit
the trouble within?
But what if your secret
is not quite the truth?
But a concocted version
fabricated of you.
Things people say
hateful, unjust.
You lose sight of real
forget how to trust.
There's a difference between
allegiance and slave.
I broke your damn law
with the fight that I gave.
I opened their eyes
and mirrored the view.
Showed a reflection
the truth about you.
And so I was shunned
sent out like the trash.
As suddenly everything
buckled and crashed.
I'll never understand,
conceive, fathom, know
how you destroyed me
then let it all go.
