The Truth

The truth they wanted,

The truth they needed.

But would the truth solve anything?

They would still be defeated.

They feared the answer,

like the monsters under their bed.

What if they knew this man?

The thought caused a pain through their head.

Why didn't she tell her secret?

They knew she was protecting them.

That produced a thought.

They must have known this "him."

The End

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