A poem from a novice

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Truth What is really the truth? Is it the sweet nothings you whisper in my ear, or the times you tell me what you fear? Could it be the words you say, when you tell me about your day? Perhaps it’s what you yell as your frustration hits a peak, venting your anger and disappointment as your eyes do leak? Maybe it’s not the things you've said, but the things that need never to be said.