truth

You always try not to show it, not to let on,
But it leaks out
Through your eyes
And spills over everything.

I can see
When you try to contain it.
The sheep are drowning in the gush from that dam
The room reverberates with the vibrancy of your secret.

Everyone can sense it, everyone knows
Just from a tilt of my head or one laugh
The trumpets sound and the announcement is made.
Our boat crashes on the rocks, no longer held adrift by the rushing waters.
The flood slows to a tickle, and the parched riverbed cracks under our weight.
I may be exaggerating,
But you know me
And my flamboyant use of hyperbole.