The truth is
I am a lie…
reincarnated more than a few times
to serve misconceptions
a contortionist of the highest order
bend me at your will.
…faceless
I roll with the punches
gathering no (ani)moss(ity) along the
trail of my (no)mad(ic) mind,
loneliness is my muse.
…hard-edged
no matter how I am turned
your perspective is irrelevant
after all, in any dispute
I am the version least heard.
…naked
baring it all
no wonder eyes and conscience avert
seeking comfort in the well-attired tales
that strut and soothe.
…ugly
I’m hard to face
the boogeyman of the path less taken
a curious reflection
trapped in the mirror.
…harsh
I am hard to swallow
whether of potency or caliber
best to be taken in swigs or shots
necessary medicine for what ails.
It is interesting to observe
so many willing to stand
for something,
yet
here,
lies
the truth.