What are these,
Raw emotions?
Are they pent up anger,
Or frustrations?

Are they,
All those weird feelings,
Which were ignored,
But now tag along?

Is it realisation,
Dawning on itself,
Finally?

They say that truth hurts,
It unveils itself,
In the worst of scenarios,
For the best.

But,
Are they sure?
Does truth even unfold,
The fixated complications,
Wiring an intricate web?