Keeping it real

I am what you see first, what you feel first and what you really want to do. I jump out of bed with fists clenched and you'll know exactly where I stand. You acknowledge me, me and you get along fine. You ignore me, you speak out one lie, two lies and three lies, then am on my knees, buried under soil and untrue filth while you cower in your false light hoping I don't disappear.