Truth

Truth is something I hold sacred

A pure white dove that flutters against my heart

Wings beating in time to every lub-dub

But truth is not just a bird

He is a fully aware man

That walks the ground both happy and sad

Broken and mad

Without a care for what others think

He is himself and nothing more

He gets drowned out when people don't want to hear

But even if his voice is so soft

His smile is so strong and

Overrides what perception tells us

Whispers in our ear the truths that he knows to be real

And allows only the softest voices their time to shine

Because they are the ones who care for him

And fight to keep him around

Truth knows no real friends

He can turn on you in an instant

He is comforting and cold

But never wrong

He wishes he were at times

But never does he try to say so

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