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The truth has reared its ugly head.

It has spat venom in my face.

It has left me for dead.

It's left such a waste.

But the mirror never lies.

No matter how cracked it may be.

Now I can see myself.

I know who I want to be.

I have shed my former skin.

It's time to begin again.

It's true what they say,

About the truth sometimes hurting.

Rip off this emotional band-aid.

The scab is forming.

I shouldn't pick at it,

If I do it'll never go away.

I have to heal my own heart.

It should've always been that way.

That's the ugly truth.

It's breathing down my neck.

Is that why I feel so cold all the time?

Or am I just dead inside?

Vacant I may be.

Atleast I'm floating on high.

Your balloon strings are no longer tied to me.

This is where I'd like to stay.

In the realms of God's beauty.

I look up into the sky,

I know he loves me.

And the truth about that,

is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.

One day I'll spread my wings.

This caged bird is tierd of singing.

Everything happens for a reason.

You know he works in mysterious ways.

Maybe he had this all planned out for me.

The ugly truth of me and you.

Is like a dagger gone all the way through.

I have to pull it out.

I have to make a compress.

I want to feel alive again.

I want to feel the beating in my chest.

When I get lonely I'll think of my family.

I thank him because he gave them to me.

He also made me who I am.

What gifts he has given me.

So in fact i'm not alone.

i'm not anti-socially prone.

I'm just marinating.

Soon it will be my time.