The truth

Sometimes I wonder

Just whats wrong with

Me but then I wonder

If i really want to know

                                                                                            the truth

Because then the 

Knowledge of what

Really going on will

Start to hurt and 

                                                                                           will haunt me 

Because what if the

Truth is worse than

The hidden lies

I'm always told 

                                                                                       unendingly 

Is it to protect me?

But can you protect

Somebody from 

Their own mind?

The End

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