Woven within the lies are little known truths.
Fingers clenched into a fist, thumbs tucked in, insecure,
what does she protect herself from? and how? Foolish.
Nails marking half moons in red on white flesh, in pain,
what is the punishment for? and why?
A child controls and reacts from a full grown mind.
Where does the adult go in these vulnerable times?
Tap tap tap. Thoughts process; run through.
Lists made. To do. But the other hand clenched, still.
The ones from whom she wants respect,
where are they? Can they not see beyond the lies —
to the truths inside?
True, it’s too much to ask: Who sees the truth
woven within the lies?