Reality comes in words.
What I say to myself.
The voices in my head.
What I say to others.
The constant chatter of the outside world.
They pull me in every direction.
Disguising ugliness under masks of smiles.
Preserving hurt for a moment, when it can do the most damage.
When the spear stops, right in my lifeline,
The ugly is no longer hidden.
The facade is done.
I face it… Because I have to.
It’s the truth.