Mrs. Ballard said to you
Go home and write
A page tonight
And let that page come out of you
Then it will be true
But what if it isn’t?
What if my truth is too much?
What happens when one is too far gone?
I cannot come back.
The nightmare of day that I keep living,
Will prevent me from being true.
Does this page really come from me?
Or is it from the beast that lives inside of me?
Be true they say,
But it says no.
No one can know what is true for me;
Or even for you.
There is something that lurks in all of us.
It takes our trust and buries it,
Never to be found.
Just be yourself I’m told,
Oh please that line is so old.
I can’t be me.
Not with myself or you.
This is me,
It is true.