Candor

I went for a run.

Every anguished thought,

tormenting each pavement placement.

Heels, slamming into the deceit

toes curling into the ground, and pushing it off

into nothing.

Obliterated.

I refuse to let you drag me down,

I reject the notion of your two-faced lies.

You can't make me into something I'm not

I may be in your head, but I know the truth.
You are nothing but a screaming child.

What's done is done.

Emotions placed, felt, and over.

So thankful for having them in the first place,

so gracious for compassion.

It's what makes me who I am.