The knowledge we have is great.
Could be the answer to abolish all of this hate.
But maybe now it’s too late.
To set all of this wrong, straight.
Living with so much truth is hurtful.
Not to others, but to yourself.
With no one listening to you, you decide to write it down in a journal.
Spilling the truth out with ink, when all is done, you set the notebook down on a dusty shelf.