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.