There are truths hidden in the most arbitrary of places Like on the tip of your shoes, written in bold font, magenta Saying you shouldn’t feel so ashamed of the things That everybody does sometimes, there are horrible truths Impossible to swallow, like those hanging on the ceiling Of your mouth, navy blue italics saying I don’t love you anymore Feels like maybe I just never did, there are awful truths written Right across the surgeons faces, they never seem …