Words are not adequate
They do not convey
They speak
To those who listen

Features are not enough
They do not show
They display
They are never true

Expressions may look
As if things are normal
Below the surface
Everything is hidden

Actions are not worthy
They are to be watched
For nothing
They are just a show

Blood is the truth
Tears are life
Below everything
They lie inside
They lie silent
Until provoked
Dormant until
Necessary

They are not for show
But for truth
They show the soul
A soul is invisible
Yet visible to those
Who seek the truth
That lies within
All of us

Truth is found within
The arteries
The ventricles
The capillaries
Truth lies at the
Very depth of all
At the heart

My truth will not be
Shown
You must cut me open
Make me bleed
Discover all of my wounds
To see my truth
To see me

You cannot
And will not
Know me
Until you are able
To reach my heart

You must understand
That I am who I am
Because of those
Wounds
My cut up soul
That has been defiled
They show my joys and
My tears
My heartaches and fears

Actions conceal
Expressions deceive
Features screen
Words are silent
Blood is thick

In the heart
Truth lies