Truth is always a bitter concoction
Never simple, emotional contortion.
Introspection of one’s dormant self
Truth sets you free, light as an elf.
Invisible shackles, of clandestine deeds
Tormenting the soul, poisonous beads.
Truth must be told, to have the respite
Darkness should hide, under the light.
Truth is a mirror, one can’t hide its face
Truth is adorned with peace and grace.