the     T R U T H     isn’t out there
it’s not even within
time     O N L Y     flies by
your secrets have     B E E N
exposed to yourself
thrown in the bin
let them rot you     T O L D     them
what could have been
standing tall in this world
exposed     T O     the people
who believe you’ve committed a sin
to     T H E     god almighty
bare to the skin
what could I possibly win
you’re asking the     M I R R O R
while you hate the sight
because you constantly fight
the truth like a sin
that should have been.

© Dominik Alexander / 2020