Note: Love this poem.

Welcome

Welcome.

Welcome to my reality.

My thoughts are real.

The bear and raw voices that come as they please.

Hear the truth behind me,

Listen.

Everything will come.

Don't watch me and judge my every move.

You won't see the truth.

I should have welcomed you from the start.

You're already past the door.

Here's the welcome mat, in front of you and I'm asking you to come in.

You're already in.

What will you do?

This is your last chance.

Leave or get ready to see the bare truth.

Nothing is hidden or made pretty.

Can you deal?