The Truth

I don’t know why,

But each time I ask you,

To speak the truth, you lie.

You never open your heart out,

Leaving me in the dark with many doubts.

Why can’t I ever get to know what is true?

What’s there in your mind I have no clue.

And that you want to be so secretive to,

Even your this friend,

Thus never give this accumulation of questions,

Inside me an end.

How can you keep so many things just inside you?

And it irritates me as there is nothing about it,

That I can do.

It feels the same when you are miffed,

If I don’t tell you something,

And then you know how much anger,

In my eyes it brings.

Each day I expect that today you’d tell me the truth.

But then all my hopes are smashed which I loathe.

And there is nothing about it that I could do,

As you each time crush whatever I have wished.

You want me to be as honest to you as I can be,

But you can’t be candid and tell the truth to me.

Why? Why do you want to be so enigmatic?

When it is something that annoys everyone?

But still I trust you that may be,

Just may someday,

You would become crystal clear,

Even though I still know that it’ll never be the truth,

Which I will hear!