"Truth"

"The truth will set you free."
Free from what?
From the tribulations of your soul echoing the wrongs which you committed?
At what price does the truth become unnecessary?
When you've dug yourself so far into the ground with your lies that you're buried?
Then the truth just becomes that first sprinkle of dirt,
the one that weighs heaviest on your heart,
while your lies wish you goodbye.
It's funny how lies sometimes come easy,
but others you choke out because the truth is just screaming to be known.
Why can the words seem true at one point,
and yet those same words sound like callous lies at others?
What is truth?
When is truth right if fact and intuition are wrong?
And yet the word,
it can still be right,
it can still be true.