The Truth

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    The Truth

    THE TRUTH

    The truth hurts somebody, the lies hurt others
    You held the world and you had no bothers
    Seeking better, you pushed away the very best
    Welcome to your life; you failed the test

    The grass is greener, so they say
    As it all looked better from far away
    You flew, you drove and you conquered
    Now you miss it but you are not missed

    A pretty face, a fast car, a drink
    It all looks greener, or so you think
    An old friend dies no lending hand
    A new lover leaves and alone you stand

    Never ever judge a book by its cover
    With a shiny outside, so clean and neat
    Inside filthy and rotten, ready to cheat
    Book’s open, close your eyes, it’s over

    You promised yourself, in God’s name
    Failure like this; don’t let it happen again
    Then you realize from where you stand
    Everything looked greener, it’s all the same

    The new face, the shiny car, the drink,
    All is forgotten, all seems better already
    You keep at it, only to again see green
    You forgot it all, slowly and steady

    You had it all, no worries, no troubles
    You had to seek greener, bigger, thinner
    You wanted, prettier, faster, healthier
    Keep dreaming, stand alone, feel better?

    Your lies hurt many, but it is the truth that hurt you
    Mistakes? No, it’s what you do and what you don’t do
    Stuck your chest out, push away the best
    Stand along again, you can’t relax, can’t get rest

    F*ck you for thinking you deserve better
    F*ck the shiny book cover, the greener grass
    F*ck the stupid test that you can’t and will never pass
    And above all f*ck you for writing this stupid letter



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    PrettyTough commented on The Truth

    03-09-2009

    Soooo when you become famous for your writing....don't forget us little people!

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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