Let me, let me

Let me be the truth teller-
The word weaver-
The speaker of blunt truths that cut like knives.
Let me be the brutally honest
The ever-endless one who speaks her heart
And sugarcoats nothing.
Forget what people think of me.
Forget if people even care.
Forget if respect does come from them
Or if I recieve their scorn-
So there.
Let me be the truth teller,
The one who does not shy away.
For since I serve the Maker of Truth
Its not like I have much of a say.
And indeed,
I want to be this way.


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