Truth will prevail: MOET

How cruel one must be to make someone else feel that they are a nuisance? How cruel must they be to make one stop sharing what makes them happy with others, in fear of being overwhelming? how cruel they must be, to make someone feel a pit in their stomach whenever something good happens?

Do they even think about the days spent second-guessing each and every move one makes? Do they even think about how inadequate they make someone feel because they feel they are too much? Is it even possible to love too much? is it possible that one's entire existence proves to be unwanted? undesired? unimportant? One night of overthinking, yet another one. One night of bullshit filling one's brain, of worries clinging to one's guts...I'm tired.

The truth is known. The truth is felt deep within.
But sometimes it takes a while before it crawls back into one's brain.
Sometimes it needs a little push to quiet the demons.
Sometimes it needs a gentle hand to patch a wound, even if it's the same old one that opened up suddenly overnight. .. I'm tired.

The truth is known. The truth is seen.
the truth will prevail once again, perhaps at sunrise.
Until then...
Until then...