Truth of the Matter
Dana's P.O.V.
The truth hurts they say.
It cuts like a knife sometimes.
True or untrue.
Why do I just sit and watch?
Must I ask myself this time and time again?
What should I do if or when I don't want to be near him?
Should I just up and run?
No I should tell him.
I could let him see the real me.
I could be my gentle, nice, caring, stubborn self.
But no, I can't.
For that's the truth of the matter.
I'm weak.
I cry, too.
They should know I'm a real person.
Someone who breathes, eats, and does everything they do.
I guess they're just that way.
Maybe I'm just that way.
Another truth of the matter I guess.
So my fave colors are black, red, white, and baby blue.
I can do what I want just as they can.
I don't want them to think I'm not nice or anything.
I've done so many things for them, but do they do anything for me.
No. They don't care.
I'll just do what I do and keep to myself.
Once again, it's the truth of the matter.
True.
I can never be true.
It's just not me.
I flow with things.
I think about him.
I live my life.
I push people away.
This is it, for I'm the truth of the matter along with it, and him, and all of the rest of them.
I close my diary and put it under my bed then leave for practice. I'm their star player. Remember?