Truths

(Again, not written for me. I sort of like it anyway...)

I'm awake.
The snoring is a ruse
to keep you detached,
Broken off.
Did it work?
Did you finger my hair,
Pat my cheek,
And close the door?
I know.
The screaming could have been a nightmare;
Fear, not frustration.
However,
Plausibility isn't fact.
I know.
Tricky bitch, truth is.
And the truth is
I'm awake.
I'm alive.