The Truth

Staring at my mother,
at my father and my brother,
I break down.
Tears don't come easy, but they come easy enough.
Seventeen years of lies,
I wasn't about to let another go by.
It hurt me, it hurt me a lot,
To admit to myself the truth.
They say you grow up when you realize who you are
But I used to know who I was,
I used to stand tall.
And now,
Now that I know the truth,
I've never felt so small.
Watching them cry, seeing their confusion,
I know it's a long road ahead.
No doubt the tears won't stop,
Fear will control our actions,
More lies will be spoken.
But maybe one day,
We'll all stand strong again, together with smiles.