Truth

Clichés are a dangerous disease
Stand Up!
And answer me this,
Who are you?
Not your name but
Who are you?
Not what you wear but
Who are you? underneath the ragged skin
That you let define you
Clichés are a dangerous disease
Sit down.
What person carries this body in front of me?
Not your name but
The kinds of conversations that go on inside your head when alone
Not what you wear but
What you visualize when looking in
Now don't tell me you're happy
Tell me of the surprise of a laugh from whom's source you're unsure
Don't tell me you're sad
Tell me what memories label the needles that strike you incessantly
Don't tell me you're in love
Tell me what great and awful things their presence does to you against your will
Don't tell me you hate
Tell me what blackens the sensible conscience that keeps you grounded
Clichés are a dangerous disease
Characterized by the disintegration of reality
Into the shapes of what's easier
More comfortable to look at, hear, to be.
Stand Up!
Fold your skin inside out
Reveal the honesty that bends time and space
Know that this can be fought though
Clichés are a dangerous disease

Author's Note

after months of writers block.. .is this talent show worthy? Feedback appreciated.