Truth

The other day I heard a truth I'd known from long ago
My confessor looked me in the eye and told a tale of woe
I heard the real not for my trust or even for my worth
The truth is that the truth is buried beneath the unearthed earth

I have seen and heard and known so many more than this
Confessions are not always for the the virtue they insist
Sometimes they are to weave more lies - to cheapen human trust
But I am wiser and will leave this secret in the dust

As I have seen and heard and felt it in my gut before-
Confessions sometimes used to test those running for the door
At times like these the knower needs to reach within their soul
And make as though they never were the one this truth be told.