What is truth?

Is it truth to pretend to be one
When you feel like two or more?
Is it truth if you try to spread hope
When you can't find hope for yourself?

Is it okay to admire belives
When you have none but hope to find it one day?
Is it okay to appear certain
When you feel no firm ground

For you worries would spread and
Only make you sink faster

Can you trust mankind
While doubting everyone you meet?
Can you claim not to hurt people
While you lash out against yourself in rage?

What if answering yes
Is your only choice?