Honesty is a barren trait of the innocent, unaware, precious gems that we need to protect with our lives because they don’t deserve to understand the anchored weights of lies, laying us flat on a torture table, stretching our arms and feet;
But still we keep lying.
Are you okay?
I’m fine.
But how many people have actually asked you if okay is a word in your vocabulary and the mask you wear so well isn’t real.
Will we ever grow old of dress up?
Will we actually notice the broken smiles of people who’ve been walking for a hundred miles,
The unperceivable reality of how our society is dragging us down.
Watchful eyes of ten thousand beasts
Attacking our confidence,
Leaving us to believe the lies,
I’m fine.
ns 15.158.61.48da2
