Aliss Guthmiller


Truth


Its funny how people want the truth not knowing there going to get hurt
When someone ask for the truth they don’t know what they are going to hear
They hope for the best but expect the worst
The truth is a blessing and a curse
They keep digging themselves deeper in a hole thinking each time they ask it will be different

Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2014

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/16/2014 10:25:00 AM)

    There is an age old saying in India. Tell the truth but also try to tell it if it is interesting. Actually truth always triumphs. But unfortunately the real truth sometimes makes problems to the telling person. The poet took the theme in his own words and good creativity since truth has no continental barriers and its has a common interest and language. It is only truth. A good poem. (Report) Reply

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