those who feel truth see yours.
you cannot disguise it from me.
a soul – buried – its last defense against your injured ego
– a venomous dictionary at its tongue’s tip
– nearly always used to hide truth and cast a light of lies.
tar seeps across your smiling lips,
making even the kindest word twisted.
the shreds of me under your nails were my sacrifice –
do not mistake that.
go ahead. turn the light – let it pour over me –
your fears are not mine.
I have nothing to hide.