Theme for English Three
My teacher assigned the class a task
Which was quite different than previous ones.
She told us to write an entire page, an entire page
Of the truth. Truth? What is truth? Who knows?
I am seventeen, in high school, and a Christian.
How am I supposed to know the truth?
I eat, I sleep, I read for fun. I listen to people and
What they have to say. This is my way – my way
Of avoiding the inside. What’s inside? Pain, hurt,
Misery and I just want to escape it. Where?
Where does my pain come from? From where?
From my heart: damaged, worn, and shattered.
Though people say “time heals”, it never really works.
I’ve been waiting all my life to heal the wounds that hurt.
I do my best to live my life as normal as can be.
I don’t like to let it show or make my friends worry.
Into my corner, I hide away – bottled up inside.
There, it is there in that corner, where my true feelings lie.
“I want to come out! I want to be known!” the feelings inside me say.
But no, I protect them, hide them, and shut them away.
It is not healthy, what I do, but it’s the only way I deal.
People won’t know, they can’t understand. I’m too complicated.
My relief lies in my music, my guitar, my books and my stories.
Never will I learn to open up again.
I’ve been hurt and let down way too much.
Truth is: nothing will ever heal this heart of mine.
So, on this page, the truth I lay – the truth of my own life.
Does the condition of my heart affect my page?
Will this page I write be damaged as well?
I pray my page be not harmed, for then my assignment shall be undone.
Truth lies within the self: deep and hard to find.
If only I could find the truth. But no,
I am too scared to dig deep; too scared to meddle with my sensitive past.
“Leave it be” I tell myself. The truth may be worse.
Don’t search for the truth. I’ll never search and instead
I shall watch life pass me by. I’ll stand on the sidelines as
The game of life plays out. No, I won’t find truth, for with truth I can’t find you.
