What Do You Know Of The Truth? Poem by Mandy Lee

You think that I'm an angel,
but you're thinking of the light.
Your facts may not be wrong,
but the truth is still not quite.

The story you've been told.
Is less than half of what you've seen.
It is better that you don't know,
of who I am and where I've been.

The truth is an ugly thing,
though some prefer it's gaze.
There are things that are still more palpable
when they're hidden by a haze.

The truth you may want to find,
I'm not saying that that's wrong.
But I'm just saying I'm not sure,
that even you are that strong.

There are things that people hide,
things, that they put away.
Things that have reasons,
why they never see light of day.

Though your causes may be noble,
that I don't deny.
But there are things that are too touchy,
for you to ever know the why.

If you play with a person's heartstrings,
they are liable to break.
Even with your good intentions,
there are demons you shouldn't wake.