Truth is a Bitch

Who are any of us at end of day, when the spotlight fades,

And no one lingers to give us alcolades?

Can we sit in darkness, alone with our thoughts,

and listen to the voice that comes straight from our heart?


Inner whispers tell truths hidden, threatening to tear us apart,

After the party's over and the before the next one can start,

When wicked pain is burrowed at the base of our mind,

Our only option for removal is facing it with wide open eyes.


We can disguise who we are from critical eyes for awhile,

Boast and crow about the queen or king they should believe we are,

Many are fooled by charm of a smile and a winning sales pitch,

Eventually, we must deal with our realities, and truth is a bitch.

Joan Wiley❤

Published by Joan Wiley

I am a writer primarily in fiction, poetry, and motivation.

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