Irrelevant Truth

I dropped to my knees,
And sighed;
Before making my pleas.
'I'm sorry' i said.
Sorry for something i didn't do.
But the truth of the matter is,
That the truth doesn't do anything for you.

Sat on the edge of my seat,
For what seemed like an eternity.
Waiting to make my move,
But i'd never win.
I'd always have something to prove.
I was so sure;
I thought i'd struck appropriately,
But you'd already settled outside the door.

The drama is where you thrive,
The busy voices,
Confrontation is what keeps you alive.
You make it look so easy,
Slipping into the noise.
Because the truth of the matter is,
That the truth is irrelevant.
Struck down and broken,
When faced with your malevolence.