Truth

The truth is such a hard pill to swallow.
I avoid it at most costs.
If it’s not going to help me accomplish love, I let it go.
Some say it’s a toxic trait, why avoid the truth when it’s necessary?
But they fail to realize my truth is always scary.
I get weary explaining who I am for people who don’t care to get to know me.
Maybe it’s not really the entire story.
I speak about what others should know, not what it really is.
No one has the right to be up in my business.
Since everyone feels so entitled maybe they should find something else that doesn’t involve me.
I am not the type to stick around just to earn the attention for a week and then be forgotten about forever.
So the next time they see me I’ll be who I should be.

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