Facing the truth

Armed with shards of shattered dreams

Reality shall come forth 

Reaping everything in it's wake 

None shall be spared 

All will See- 

What's truly right in front of them 

Cry. 

Scream. 

Beg.  

Many have crumbled upon the weight, 

cowering in a ball, 

facing all their imperfections 

Under a glaring light  

Others have clouded their minds in denial, 

despite the fact that it was in their face 

Looming over them with a solemn expression

Your tears of sorrow,

Shall bring forth a staple of strength 

Accept her in all her unbearable glory- 

And you will be saved

For she sees all