false authenticity
why is it so hard
to be honest?
we spend so much time
withholding
distorting
misleading
each other
and ourselves
in the name of ease and convenience,
selfishness
protection
but always it returns
with gnashing teeth
to make us bleed
and wonder why
we didn’t hold strong to verity
when we first should,
and why not?
wouldn’t it be nice
if reality could stand
hard and bare,
without the hazy
covers of deception
and words (and their speakers)
could be trusted
unconditional
to be truth?
