You want me to tell you the truth
How can I?
You don't want to see
What's right in front of you
The pain
The love
The fight
This secret comes with a price
One you're not willing to hear
Yet you say you want the truth
You run and you hide
When a hint does arise
Erase from your memory
The clues that you see
Every thing's right here
In front of you
Will you always look away?
Ignore the truth
For which you asked for
You don't want to see
What's right in front of you
You want me to tell you the truth
How can I?
How?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth hurts, and we all want truth but can we take it...... very nicly done....