How Dare You?

To lie like that.

The simple nerve of it all.  I don't understand it.

I'll forever be chasing the truth.

I'm just so angry and upset.

Pointless, fruitless days.

One more day, it all could have been so right.

Right and wrong, I need time.

I want to be alone.

I'll be 28 soon.

My life has turned to shit.

I'm unhappy, yes.

Joaquin out.

The truth will be mine.

Or maybe I should come to terms with the possibility that it may never be mine.  But I doubt that will ever happen.