My Embellished Truth
Truth
Where art thou
Buried beneath some wild
Embellishment
Must we dig
To find you
Must we strain you
Through a sieve
To know you
How is it that you hide
What is wrong inside
That you must appear
Larger and more interesting
Than you actually are
Are you that insecure
Is there no trust
That you
Truth
Will be believed
If you stand on your own
To mine own self
Be true
Should be your cry
Embellishment
Is no more than
A lie
by Brian McLaughlin
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