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The Truth

Dorothy Young
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

I've never been wanted. Even when I was invited to come in. At fisrt I'm welcomed with open arms. Everyone wants to receive me and all that I have to offer. Then, it's too much to handle. I become too much. Always too much.

Pretty soon everyone starts to avoid me. Ignore my presence in the room. Some act as if I don't exist at all. But I do. I am. Some try to sweep me under a rug or hide me in a closet. Bit somehow, I always escape. Always. No one likes it when I do that.

It's tough being me. My presence makes those around me uncomfortable, sometimes edgy, rude or belligerent. Why ask me over if you don't want me here? But I'm here now, and I always will be. In one form or another, I will always be here. Accept me, deny I exist, but you can't get rid of me. For I, am Truth.

dorothy’s page © 2018 Dorothy E. Young

I like to write only when inspired. But sometimes, I fake it for the numbers. I am Dorothy. Follow @dorothyspage on Twitter

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