The Truth

I knew you didn´t want to hear it,
but it was needed.
You would have been happier without it,
in the world that you´ve created.

The world is not what you think,
you are not what you dream.
You could make what you think
become what you dream.

But the truth had to be told,
what is real, what is not.
You may find me cold,
think I care nought.

You cursed and cried,
wished for a sweeter friend.
A little part of me just died,
sad that lies I can´t append.

Because the truth had to be told,
as to me it is the only gold.