The Brutal Truth Poem by Sharon Collins

Her mind lived tidily, apart
from the truth and pain
Bolt now your door against his heart
and wail against the rain

That little band he gave to you
that shone upon your hand
That life you thought you knew
Didn't run as you had planned

Now sit ye lass in a quiet room
A narrow room with all
the pretty things he gave you
They won't quench the gloom at all

To everyone you act surprise
What you already knew
This is no shock this private lie
There were no "I love you's"

You'd heard about him years ago
sucked it up and stayed
The fraud of kids, a family
You lived a life betrayed

And yes, you have my pity
Just not the type you're selling
I bare no guilt or lack of morals
For being the one who's telling

SC