Truth
I am tough, rough and mean,
I don't care what you think, hear or feel.
Ask me, and I'll speak of no Unreal.
To your ears, I tell not of what they want,
but of what they direly need.
False hope and lies are what I kill.
Fret not and be still.
I'm no monster; I've just a heart of steel.
Hate me not I say, but still you do.
Hate me not I ask, yet your curses echo.
But what am I to do?
I need you to listen,
and believe me, you need me, too.
You see me on every road,
refusing to meet my eye at every curve.
Yet I stay real and unperturbed,
for my task is to not sugarcoat
what's best served plain and cold.
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