True or False

Contaminated truths begin in whispers

As currents flush outwards

Drifting with schools of gossip

Carrying denied secrets,

The kind that wither within;

Masked friendships;

Shape a mispronounced truth

Like empty crevasses

Shadowed in the depths,

Composing the dying sound of guidance;

Self-conscious answers

With incomplete beginnings

A flawed forgiveness

Locked in cramped stashes

Creating a deep unreadable silence

All balanced by dream;

A glimpse of a carefree answer,

Harmful lies go silent

Secured within a sunset


Stirring thoughts

A twisted heartbeat;

Magnifying insecurity


True or false?