The truth-is that what they search?
No, they want you to blend in
Their patterns, respect their rules
And they say that truth will set you free
But telling truth feels like drowning
And something's pulling you down
You try to breathe, but you can't
There's no way for you to pretend
That you don't care,
That the truth didn't make you feel bad
Maybe the best was for you to forget
Maybe just shut up and pretend
That everything's fine,
Maybe then it'll go away.No, no.
You'll just buy some time, and at the end
It'll hurt the same way.
Aleks Hunter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truth-245/
