An addition: It's not truth, it's fictional. I just felt this way.

Written November 1, 2005

The truth as I know it to be is that I'm the liar,
I manipulated the situation, every part.
At any time, if I'd wanted,
If I'd not been so afraid of the outside world,
I could have walked away.
The only reason I got out was because my world was falling apart.
Making everyone happy was all I had to do to make it all work out.
Stay away from me, it'd be the smart thing to do.
I did it, caused all the hurt in the end,
Just used you up and walked away,
I had to be the one to do the hurting before you had the chance to do it to me.
A product of my past, their decisions, and my decisions.
I can't even act like a decent human being,
It's even possible that this is all an act,
May always have been.
How much of this is truth?
I'm afraid of it all, afraid of what I did, what I can do, what I will do.
I make myself sick - stay away, I don't want to hurt you too.
What have I done?