They'll Never Tell It Right Poem by Vanessa Alvarez

When I cut you off, I knew what you'd say—
A tale full of fiction to paint me in gray.
You'd cry to the crowd, play sweet and sincere,
While hiding the truth that brought us here.

You'd skip all the nights I stood by your side,
The times I forgave, the tears that I cried.
You'd leave out the lies, the games that you played,
And only recall how I "let you fade."

You'd twist every moment to fit your own script,
Make me the villain, your halo well-equipped.
You'd talk like a saint, so calm and so wise,
While I wear the scars of your clever disguise.

But I won't explain, I won't chase the crowd,
I won't shout the truth or scream it out loud.
Let them believe what they want to believe—
I've made my peace, I've chosen to leave.

For truth has a way of rising in time,
And silence can echo louder than crime.
So tell them your version, your sweet little spin—
But deep down, you know where the fault lies within.