Don't lie to me.
If rather you tell me I'm a bitch.
I'd rather you tell me I'm ugly.
I'd rather you scream at me and tell me your mad.
I'd rather you didn't hide your tears.
I'd rather you stomped your feet and pouted.
I'd rather you be a true friend and tell me I'm insane and I'm stupid and that I'm a skank.
I'd rather you do those things than have you tell me a lie that means so much more in the end.
Because I'd rather be broken by the all seeking truth than be led on by the blindfolded lies.

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Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.