Truth is a many-headed beast

To you it shows but one face

To others, one completely different

Each of its appearances

Are all completely true

Yet the face you see

When by another viewed

Shows ugly and horrific

A terrible thing to any but you

When Lies and Deceit

Make their unwelcome entrance

To those who look hard enough

They will find

That these two uninvited callers

Are but two heads

Of the same body called Truth

And only when seen

By an unintended audience

Will they have the visage

Of Dishonesty

The accidental audience

Looking upon a head of Truth

Not purposed for them

Will look upon it through

Two convoluted lenses

Lenses cut and shaped

By their surroundings

Changing by the second

Contorting to new forms

Every time someone is met

Is spoken to

Is interacted with

Everyone you meet

Everything you do

Changes the lenses through which you see the world

So finding Truth,

You see,

Isn't all that hard

But finding a head of Truth

That all might view the same,

A true Truth,

Unaffected by our separate perceptions,

Is nigh impossible, indeed.