Fear Poem

The Truth Hurts

Sometimes the truth hurts, but in the end we are better off knowing.

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I grew up in a childhood were you had to grow up fast. When I go school and my friends ask how's your life I say the usual. "Same as always waking up everyday to having to get emotional scars …

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© Geraldina J. Tamayo

Published: Feb 2006

I Thank You

You kept it real
You told no lies
I trusted your words
And you said that it was okay to cry
Hidden from an ocean of lies from the
people closest to me....
But you, you revealed them all
You answered questions never asked
And you showed no regret
And with that I Thank You!
Wishing the truth were lies
Expecting a laugh and you telling me
that it was all a
Joke!
The truth hit me, then stabbed me, then
killed me a thousand
Times....
I cried that night with the never ending
thought of the truth....
I thought I knew my life I thought I
understood it all....
But you opened my eyes and unwrapped
the hurtful truth....
And I Thank You for being there, to hold
my hand....through it all....
And I can never thank you enough for
opening the closet of Skeletons....

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  • by Joselyn Munoz, Va
  • Oct 2012

I grew up in a childhood were you had to grow up fast. When I go school and my friends ask how's your life I say the usual. "Same as always waking up everyday to having to get emotional scars and then crying myself to sleep". After they hear my respond they take it as a joke then they see I'm serious and laughter is soon replaced by pity. I don't understand why they still feel pity for me if I give that answer every time they ask how my life is. Even though I don't want them to feel pity for me it sometimes feels good that at least someone cares how my life is and how my feelings are. I come home everyday to find a mother who can not stand up to my father and leave him as much as we plead her to do so. That simple problem became a huge problem that changed my life forever.

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