Truth Is

Take whats left of me.

You see me as a girl that you can please.

I became that girl once again.

Getting her head stepped on by men.

Men, who don’t know what they want so they play.

With my heart like a tether ball.

Going round and round where there is nothing left at all.

I get bruised all the time.

Wishing whatever he did was a lie.

The potential truth comes out of their mouths may be the truth.

The grey clouds hover over me like no other.

I camouflage my tears with the rain.

Don’t want people to see me cry in vein.

Truth is, I cannot take the pain.

Holding back the tears telling myself I am fine.

Truth is, you were never mine.