truth

“Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.”

But which one?

It's a slippery slope I walk.
like a tight rope
like a high hope
never ending, ever bending, to myself,
against my-self.

White teeth smile
stark against
the black of the
night and the
darkness radiating from
within my
soul.
utter lack of self-
control
questioning insanity
doubting every
certainty

doesn't there become a
point where facts are true or
false is the lie we tell
ourselves?