truth

did I tell you the time I was sorry? was it the truth?

did you get the notes in you your head? or are you comfused?

a poem is not always to ryme, to write it must be lirical and good in time.

hah, you just made a mistake, oh boo hoo, do you need a tissue to rake.

you learn from mistakes, not only at that. you do things to stake, put down that bat.

whats with this prostest of man, of man and woman, of brother and sister.

hey, thats a nice piece of gosip you have there. but is it the truth?

where did you hear it? where is your proof?

the sarcasim, the trust. witch one is true?

witch one is it you have chosen? which one are you?

oh well, truth isn't always whats matter right? 

truth isn't what you need...... WRONG!!!!

you need truth, not tooth, proof.

go ahead and bow your head in shame person who tells lies.

because this poem isn't about you, oh how I despise.

its about truth no lies, its about things that you can turn to when need be. 

ok, I'm done, truth has won. lies can go back to lucifer.