My Silent Scream....(personal Poems)

Mrs.Truth

I hate truth, why? Why not?truth watches me as im nude looking saddness in the mirro.truth walks up behind me grabs a handfull of hair yanks my head to the side, bites my sorrow and releases pleasure in me and i feel my knees get weak.Truth looks me in the eyes, as i cry out in pain and all he feels is desire.The truth sees my words float out my mouth like bubble riseing to the surface as i drown.The truth grabs me by my hand at the last minute, pulls me up effortlessly.The truth holds me as i cough up my tears and when i finally smile he lets go.He lets go of me knowing i cant swim, like he can.His arms were tired.How do i expect him to save my life when his arms ache.Who am i to ask him to hold me up.If i was smart i wouldve learned to swim.If i was smart i wouldnt have given up my floats that hold me high.High enough to where im floating on clouds and my tears drops thousamds of miles below. Till my tears drip just enough for truth to have to stand on his tippy toes for the rest of his life till his legs betray him.I fucking hate truth.Why not?