Truth Be Not Told

There comes a time, or so I am told, when every truth must be told. I disagree, and therefore people tell me I am "guarded" and too cautious never willing to take a risk. Well I again disagree, for is not a risk to write? I write frequently, and some say it's the only way to talk to me. They tell me I connect on an intellectual basis instead of an emotional one. Well I must say that I find the mind a whole lot more fascinating than the heart. After all, the heart can get rather boring, but a mind, now that is truly changing every day. A person never thinks the same way twice, or so I believe. However, all that aside, I shall let my supposed "guard" down. I'll tell you the truth, but you may not want to hear it.

Let it not be said that I do not love for I do. I'm in love with the most wonderful guy in the world. He's kind to me; he respects me, and always supports me. I love him to the end of time. One problem, this wonderful guy that I love so much, sees me as nothing more than his good friend.

Let it not be said that I do not sacrifice for I do. I would give my last breath for some who have given me more than anything else. I would give up everything I own to know that they are safe and happy. I would give up my life for some, and for others more than that if I could. Problematic? Yes, for they see me as weak and not willing to give for what they have to offer.

Let it not be said that I do not try my best for I do. I try everyday. Every time I pick up a pen to write an essay, I try and make it better than the one before. Every time I put on my ballet slippers I try to make this week better than the last. Every time I get an A, I try even harder to keep it there. However, if it's not perfect every time, they believe it's not my best.

Let it not be said that I do not feel for I do. I feel the pain of friends torn apart every time I look into a pair of sad brown eyes. I feel the hurt of ones lied to every time I look into a pair of deep blue eyes. I feel the disgust of a person every time I look into a pair of vain green eyes. I feel the changes of the world every time I look into the mirror and see a pair of dragon eyes staring back. But they don't see it, and therefore claim I don't feel it.

Now let it be said that I do not tell the truth for I just have. I have told the truth of the pain in a misunderstood world, the truth in the eyes of a teen, and the truth in the heart of a mind. They can't ever see it and neither shall you. You who believe you have been given a glimpse into my soul, tell me do you want to know more or do you want to survive this world based on the illusions you have seen?