The Truth Poem by Hnt var

Where is the way how is it seen.
Could it be in the things we create?
Look towards you and see the truth.
Yet still knowing the lies are behind you.

I shall open the doors to my mind, how much more guilt?
Feeling like you have felt in the past, growing with this pain.
Have i become a slave to the guilt and lies, is this truth?
Can i honestly say where I am from and where I shall die?

The truth shall reveal itself in this life.
For I am born in the lies and shall die in the truth.