My Truth

The stars are very beautiful when the city lights are behind me. My breath fogging up my eyes, unable to see.

This chill creeps into my bones, but here it is to stay. While the wind howls, speaking words I dare not say.

Glancing at the moon, it slowly falls behind the trees. Another house lights up, my tears hitting my sleeves.

Walking inside, hugs and kisses hit my cheeks. Presents littering the floor underneathe the tree.

Another painful Christmas comes and goes. A fake smile infront of a face no one knows.