Truth I honestly tell and get punished for it.

This poem is about being real to yourself,and others.

To me there are all kinds of love. Here are just a few.

The truth.

When you understand you don’t need friends, me, myself, and I makes sense.

Finding someone’s true intentions.

Tears of pain stained chiseled cheeks.

You took your time not to rip the edges that kept me protected.

Truth above all.

Be Truthful you will have better memories to live with.