Come correct

Ihaven't done a thing
Lying about everything
You say bought me
Liar, why proceed with this
Family, foolish notions

Present the facts
Don't speak of matters
Without me present
Show me them standing there
Stop being weak
Come correct

Ihave been still
Watching the shadows lengthen
The whispers grow louder
Each word a stone
Building walls higher
Than any I could breach.

You claim achievements
Like trophies polished bright
But the shine feels borrowed
Reflecting a light
That isn't yours to claim.
Ahollow echo
In an empty room.

The tapestry you weave
Is fraying at the edges
Threads pulled loose
Leaving gaping holes
Where truth should be.
And I’m left here
Holding the broken ends.

You speak of lineage
Of bloodlines and belonging
But the soil feels foreign
The roots don't grip
In this manufactured ground.
Astory retold
Until it loses its name.

Icrave the solid ground
The unwavering gaze
The unvarnished truth
Laid bare for all to see.
Not the veiled glances
The evasive maneuvers
The carefully constructed mirage.

Let the air clear
Let the dust settle
And reveal what lies beneath.
No more pretense
No more elaborate charades
Just the simple, honest
Unfolding of events.

Iam waiting
Not for a declaration
Not for a pronouncement
But for the quiet unfolding
The natural progression
Of what is real.
And when it arrives
Iwill be there
To witness.

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