Why is the truth
so hard to tell?
Why can I not say what I feel?
Why is my life build on lies?
The truth can hurt but it can also heal.
A complex web of lies makes up my cloak,
The truth tears at it like a rushing wind.
It exposes me to friends and foes,
It shows them my weakness and all my faults.
If only they could see the real me,
If only they could see as I see.
Maybe they would understand,
Something more of who I am.
How can I continue to hide,
When the one who counts sees through my lies.
He knows my thoughts and what I say,
Yet he still loves me and looks out for me every day.
This page was last updated on June 29, 2004 by the KIWW Webmaster.