The Truth Is

the truth is I want to run,
the truth is I can't touch the sun.
So why dont i just return, even though I'm burnt

The truth is I pretend,
The truth is I cant defend
so why can't I faceoff even though I'm continously blamed.

the truth is I'm scared
the truth is we can't pair
so why do i plead for you whenever I pray.

the truth is i can be easily manipulated,
you think i dont knw, How'm I being treated?
and no matter how you pump me I'll never be conceited

the truth is I can't let it go
but this is all i can show
so I'll never look back and I'll go

poem by Alma Pura
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