The Truth Is

The truth is when
you say something aloud
and it doesn't sound right

It's knowing that
some things are borrowed
and some are stolen

You borrow time,
money, and love
that you don't intend to return

I hear it like crystals,
like breaking glass
all those pretty, shattered things

I said them out-
loud and slow
and let them cut

You borrow life
because you don't know
how to to make your own

The truth is,
I'll say it now-
I knew you were a thief