the truth

Its behind these eyes that I see
the truth and lies that others cannot
As I hold my fist 
Clenched
Tight
Knuckles turn white
With anger
Fear
As it's behind these eyes that I see
That, that others cannot

Vision is clear
Unhindered by vortexes of alibis 
Confused no more by lips that move
Phrases twisted to suit the author
Settled silently on ears that meddle
These eyes observe
The silent cues 
Subtle
Minuscule 
But tell their own stories
Of deceit
It's behind these eyes that I see 

The truth