The Truth

They say the truth of me is innocence. 

Is sweetness, caring, darling-

The one with the kind smile and even kinder voice.

She's an awkward prodigy of having words spilling out with her mouth closed.

She's quiet but she's loud as hell.

They don't know that beneath the surface is a heartbroken, bitter being.

They don't see my harshness, the rude thoughts-

She's no angel, she's just a devil of the rose's thorns. 

I whine about every good dream, and when it breaks...

I blame everyone while knowing it was just me.

I draw them in with kind words and stab them unconsciously as if it's second nature.

I beg you don't trust me. I'm no Belle, just a cold, and empty passerby. 

That...is the truth. I swear.