Truth is like an open road ….

This poem is confused about love and how I have aggression toward it for hurting me.

Truth is like an open road….

You always spoke your mind.

I remember every word you said.

People can be misleading.

You have to admit it to yourself when things are wrong.

You planted insecurity in me.

Truth is like an open road, no traveler is misled.

It is horrible when anything clashes.