She sneaks out at night and writes horrible truths about herself on the bathroom mirrors.

He's the only one who knows it's her.

She's doing it for attention

Orsohethinks

The others talk about who says those things

Scrawled in her trademark pink eyeliner

But she doesn't listen for the nice things

But the ones that say, You're right.

But he can't see that.

Once or twice, she goes shortandsweet

With a trademark

B

I

T

C

H

But other times, she puts some real thought into it

Because roses are red,

And violets aren't pink

Nobody cares about you

You don't ever think

He thinks she likes the talking

The gossip

The lies

She could care less about the gossip and the lies

It's the truth she's after

And then he finds her alone

And he tells her what he knows

But what do they say about assumptions?

My fatal flaw is honesty

No wait, that's not true, it's hubris

I do it for me

People die from fatal flaws

And honey, I have far too much class to die that way

Can't a girl counteract things?

We do it for lines, sun, that cinnamon bun at the mall

So what's the problem

With

My

Truths?