The Truth About You

You hate it when I write these poems
They expose your wicked ways
You cannot bear to face yourself
You've found comfort in your haze

You've built a house of lies
Where you're content with living
And I've done nothing but show you the power
Of trying to be forgiving

My words sting when you read them
They tell tales of pure disgrace
And if they could all form a picture
We'd be staring at your face

You live inside my writing
And no longer in my heart
You've managed to make a mess of me
But I'll turn it into art

I tried to show you color
Where you painted shades of gray
I tried to fix what you've destroyed
But that was yesterday

You want so badly to be good-hearted
But that doesn't mean you are
You've cursed me with so much darkness
But I'm filled with shooting stars

I tried to craft myself
From the repulsive mess you made
But an unarmed girl is no match
For the guy who holds the blade

The truth is that you're everything
You claim you'd hate to be
For that, I'm thankful; because of you
My greatest masterpiece was me

I believed you for all this time
So your lies, they really sting
But what would you know about the truth?
Not a single thing