11/25/03
THE TRUTH
.Death surrounds me
Yet my words teem with life
What a contradiction I am
But this is how it must be
For people do not to see despair
Their vision impaired by false perceptions of reality
Bestowed upon them by society
We are not supposed to see the dead
Are to pretend that it does not exist
That everything is wildflowers and sunshine
I live in the darkness
For I have seen truth.
Ostracized at an early age
I learned to find answers on my own
Instead of blindly accepting.
I have found blackness, emptiness, bitter despair
But no life
And so I let it take me
The willow on which I've been feeding has died
And I am left swallowing despair
Wishing death would accept me too.