The Truth

Is not.

Because no one will admit to it.

Honesty is a tailor.

Suited to an individual.

People are just dams.

Holding back.

Changing what you say.

To what you think.

Making the glossy screen.

Seem to be paradise.

Listening, and telling.

At the same time.

But there is no recluse.

Because, to tell the truth.

To a computer.

Is the same as lying.

In person, With the wrong tone.

The urge to split.

Is beyond any other.

But buckling under the pressure.

is just that.

Breaking.

The soul and mind.

Are just a ship.

Without the push of the sea.

The bottom is the only end.

Hideous, Grotesque and Disgusting. I can only imagine them as beautiful concepts.

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