I remember the moment as if it were two seconds ago.
I was new, but we all were.
Socializing with people did not interest me at that moment.
Sleep, that was the only thing that mattered and was constantly on my mind.
I walk into a new view, perspective; another beginning to life.
As I stood there staring at the empty walls, my heart was beating with joy.
My happiness was overwhelming, but so was the feeling of returning.
If it hadn't been for the broken lie, I would have never met the truth.
The truth would have never set me free,
and the truth was the first thing greeting me when arriving by that staircase.
I still wanted to run away from the truth however,
and I successfully did so as it wanted me to communicate with others.
Excuses, that is what I started to do best to hide my own emotions from my denial.
I never thought that truth would become one of my greatest friends.
Still in my mind, there was lie. Lie after lie that just kept destructing my thoughts.
Truth grew on me a little more, and I began to question if I really liked truth.
But wait... lie was still wandering, and had to be brought up.
The word conflicted can not even describe how awful I felt
when lie would appear while having truth speak to me.
Truth made me realize I was worth it. That I am strong, mature, and intelligent.
Lie made me feel like I would never be the same, but soon after I forgot about lie.

Truth is still here and that's all that matters, and will stay forever... hopefully.
I doubt all the time because truth is two things to me:
A friend and a fact.
I'm just terrified that Truth will be taken out of my life... because of Truth itself.