The truth is...

The truth is, I look both ways before crossing the street now.
The truth is, when I see someone walking on the sidewalk next to me I cross the street even if it's not where I intended to go in the beginning.
The truth is, on the good days I only check the jail roster once, on the bad it's an endless cycle.
The truth is, you've managed to scare me in more than one way.
The truth is, you've turned my empathy into apathy.
The truth is, the monsters in my dreams aren't coming from under the bed anymore, they're much closer.
The truth is, I still feel your body on mine like its attached so I'm never actually comfortable in my skin.
The truth is, you've broken me.