Return to Truth (draft)

The Real One looked right at me, and dropped his words from lips
"You're so little, and so real too,"
I couldn't find an outlet for the shit I was feeling
So I hid it, and watered my pride, like a fool
What's my pride ever done but get me in trouble?

And poetry don't mean shit unless you know the poet,
Unless they've kicked down your walls and taken residence in your ear drums
Vacation homes in your heart, lungs, and head
Scenic drives through your breast and your feet
Think about visiting your spine but never say as much
Take inspiration from your fingertips
And make more from your own thoughts than you ever could

Yeah, you say you realized the truth
But the truth's not so simple, is it, babe?
What's right and wrong but our imagination tugging at our heartstrings, puppeteering our guilt, manipulating our love?
Don't believe anyone, not even yourself
The truth isn't words from a mouth like mine,
The truth IS a mouth like mine--
The truth is your spine and your head, and your in-and-out lungs, and your sweat and tears;
All that you are, that is the truth.
When you disconnect yourself from your body, that's the truth. We fuck ourselves up with our rights and our wrongs, but we can free ourselves with the truth.

Poets know it, that's why they live in your head.
Paper their walls with your guts,
Kick their feet up and stare out your eyes
Truth rebounding.