The Truth

by Letha Goodnight
(The Duck Valley Reservation, US)

Just sitting here thinking of my past
Knowing that nothing could ever last
Built upon boards that could never hold
The sad truth that I now know
Happiness is as fake as you,
Lies are as bad as the truth,
Love is a never ending lie,
And I’m weak when I cry
I tried to hold on to myself
But I let go of the hands that I held
Holding on meant that I was lying
I didn’t want to look down and see what I would find
Now I know the truth that I
Had always tried so hard to hide.