The Hard Truth, Told Without Qualms

rough hands rough words told secrets and venom thrown at the door stories made clear with those eyes freckled suspicions that treat me like waste, i'm lasting too long on this soil i'm taking too much of this world with me into the life i chose to leave, the one i lead is contagious, blasphemous and raging at the whole entire regime cause they claim they can fix this, the problem they started and it's just as hard just as weakening to believe in a cure, when all i see is desolation.