Better the anguish of truth
Than the comfort of silence
and continued abuse
Better the clock that can move
Than the bated of breath
and the rot that ensues
Better the rip of the bandage
Than prolonging agony
or healing abandoned
Still worse is to say something cruel
And claim its a tonic
while misusing "honest"
And worse is to claim "not a fool"
When you can't face the truth
even in prime of your youth
But worst is to break what you promise
And write poems of bravery
as though they aren't made for me
I want to believe the lie
about myself and most of my kind
That although I'm surrounded by hurt
I can't be the source and it’s gonna be fine
It's a blinder felt on the side
that allows me to smile and keep the dream sailing
That somehow at the end of the day it's
good people, failing