To Tell the Truth
To those who are courageous
enough to tell the truth,
we ask of them;
‘when will I finally
Who are so afraid
they would not be liked?
But, you will have people
like you instead of the phony
wrapper around you.
But, it is that way in the world
so that one gets by to another day.
I say to you,
Lose all those fair weather friends
who didn’t know you because you didn’t
The time to come out of that
hiding place is at hand.
Be you, all of you,
with all your might
because the cost is truly worth
You just might meet the love of your life
and live happily ever after.
You just might go back to school
and get a real job for once in your life.
You just might make a real friend
(even maybe two)
instead of all those user-losers you’ve
been hangin’ around all this time who
dragged you down.
You won’t know unless you shake off that phony skin.
There is a cost in retrieving your soul. It is called character building. but, you will get paid
handsomely, because you will like what you see.
You will find the keys to your soul;
the one you thought they’d taken
You can demand they give it back because they
cannot refuse you.
Yet, they cannot give you what they
never took away
‘give me back what’s mine!
my dignity first, because I am
brave, not the coward you once thought!’
and, tiny Mr. Devil standing on one shoulder says,
‘I never took your soul! you gave it
to me cheaply because you didn’t believe enough
in you to hold on to it.
It crept away with its tail between its legs and I found it.
I fed it and it’s now my pet. it belongs to me.’
‘how do I know you are telling me the truth?’
‘I’m a Godd____d liar, but not all the time. Even I
tell the truth once in a while, you idiot!’
‘I want it back! How do I become me without it?’
with yourself and truthful to others
and it will reappear
in its own time.’
‘Oh, God, if I could only find
myself and be who I am!’
the devil replies,
‘that hole in you will be
filled when you decide
you are ready
to show others the stuff you’re made of.’
You look over to the little angel
silently waiting impatiently tapping its foot
opposite the devil
‘Well, what do you think Mr. Angel?’
the cute cherub quickly snaps back,
‘Can’t you see I’m a girl you big dumb-ass?’