If the truth could talk
It would be mortifying.
It would say
Why doesn’t he validate you
The way you want him to?
Why can’t you find this validation from within?
It would say things like
How are you a feminist
when you fuck up so spectacularly?
Aren’t you supposed to be better?
It would say
Does an opportunity
At the visceral expense of another
Make it worth it?
It would say things like
Who are you?
Are you sure you are who you think you are?
Is this all a façade?
Is this a game you play?
It would say
Are you merely trying to make yourself feel better
about who truly you are?
Are you genuinely genuine?
Or do you merely preach
what you cannot accomplish
in and of yourself?
It would say things like
Do you feel good about yourself?
Do you actually value who you are?
Are you tricking yourself into thinking you do?
Does faking it ‘til you make it work?
It would say things like
You feel devoid of true human companionship
In the face of so much of it.
It would say things like
Are you the means or the end?
It would say things like
You are lonely.
It would say things like
You feel like a failure for your loneliness.
It would say things like
Do you feel that loneliness too?
It would say things like
If you do, why don’t you tell me?
It would say things like
Why can’t we just all be honest with one another?
It would say things like
Why is that so scary?
It would say
You are a constant contradiction.
A façade.
A sham.
A fraud.
It would say
Make me feel valid.
Make me feel worthy.
Make me feel loved.
It would say
But you are brilliant.
But you take initiative.
But you are beautiful.
But you are worthy.
It would say
Who are you anyway?
I would say
The truth.
Matriarch of the Midwest 