Truth seeking; 
Truth speaking; 
In truth, the truth was barely peaking 
Over the hedge of lies. 
Hegemonic drives 
To conform to form: 
Uniform fit 
Unfit for me. 
Though blind with tears, 
I'd see it; 
I'd tear at. 
The truth 
In me piqued 
Interest. 
Heartrate racing 
At the sight of hope, 
I dashed toward it, 
It dashed before me 
With nowhere to run. 
Splinters 
Dug into my skin 
As time would run out 
And I would walk in 
To darkness. 
Lights out 
In the distance, 
Beyond the horizon, 
Beckon me 
To pierce the veil. 
But twixt mountains 
Of forebearers 
And forebodings, 
I was trapped 
Here, with no avail 
Of vale of darkness, 
The valley of the shadow, 
Of death of remembrance. 
Forgotten 
For getting a glimpse. 
Misremembered 
By force, 
Dismembered from society. 
Unjust following 
Orders to shoot 
To kill me now. 
But I won't die. 
Stripped of my humanity, 
I find myself without cover; 
As I am, 
The truth is. 
I won't die. 
Because that's me. 
That's the truth. 
And you can't kill truth.