Broken glass on a brambled path
Doesn't sound like healing
But bones set wrong just like minds
And have to be rebroken in time
Not all truth cuts but if it hurts
At least I know it’s not a rut
And that it's worth
A few bloody footprints
To avoid safe ways and confront truth first
When I say something that hurts me
Because it’s honest
I feel pure
At least then I know its a path against fear
Cause fear hates pain like stillness and tears
If you can say something harsh enough to make yourself cry
You can feel the truth of tears running from eyes
I am selfish
I make choices only good for myself
I am lazy
Often prone to procrastination and borrowing generational wealth
I am taking advantage
Of your belief that I'm kind
To sneak a few cruel things past your blinds
See how a bloody path reaps relief
And now I can be aware of the things I don't see
Start by denying comfort to find right
It’s too easy, when you want to keep something, to lie