I'm not honorable, loyal or faithful.
I hide from the truth when asked to hear it.
I don't speak either.
The words aren't reality. They are imaginary.
What I wish it to be.
I bleed for it to be real.
Those truths are what I see.
I hide from being pegged as loyal.
Let me go and live.
I can breathe then.
That's where I am truly loyal.
Alone.
Have I disappointed you?
You can blame me if it's easier.
I'll own it.
This reality isn't real.
This reality will blame me for its falsehoods.
I'll own it.
The blame that is.
This I will not hide from.
Blame me.
I'll own it.
