Who is True? (Poem)
- Melissa Rose Miller
- May 3, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 10, 2021
In pain you find meaning.
You find out the true value in what you take for granted, and you find the true value in those who don't take you for granted — those who appreciate you.
It’s a shattering and yet hopeful revelation.
Those you expected to care are merely absent, and those you presumed as inexistent are ever so concerned for your general well being.
It is in these desperate affiliations in which truth in all matters shall prevail.
Knowing who is true to you, and knowing who doesn’t give a damn — a betrayal of most astoundingly so, a stranger at heart.
It’s a wonder what is really in the heart of man, what selfish vexations tremble in the spirit of their being?
My, how it fascinates me that such a front is all just a falsified facade — those are the wickedest of all.
Portraying to have two truths, yet contradictorily, in which only one truth can be true.
Who is true to you?...
Think again, perhaps you haven’t a clue…
