The Lies About Truth

The truth... something so simple right? Wrong wrong wrong. The truth is an elusive bastard that hides itself in between thinly veiled lies. Everybody lies, its true. Lying is so much easier than being honest, sometimes we lie to ourselves about our lies so that we can rest easy that even though we are liars, we are justified so we are still good people. Lies are not simple, they are acts of deception. Lies cause pain, they complicate existence, lies are powerful.  The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves because we can't allow ourselves the pain and discomfort of our truth. We lie about who we are, we lie about who we aren't. The real question is, if we don't like who we are, why not try to change? Because we are lazy and afraid, that's why. We are a society of unruly toddlers, egomaniacs, pussies, and LIARS.  It's a pretty sad state of affairs.  

My goal in this time and place is to tell the truth. I don't care how ugly it is, how bad it sounds, what people will think. The truth really does set you free. Tell the truth, tell the truth if you love someone, tell the truth if you love yourself. If you don't love yourself, tell the truth about why. The journey is so much safer, so much easier if you are working with reality.  Don't listen to me though, these are just the ramblings of an insanely happy, fulfilled, excited, loved, honest girl. Maybe I'm doing something right...

Demons

Facing the truth of time, it always passes, moments and memories constantly being created
Just as quickly forgotten
Some memories we never forget
16, drugs coursing through my veins, invincibility pounding in my chest
Standing on the edge of dying, never feeling more alive
Fearless, shameless, clueless
I'll use my flesh to find my place

We created family where there was none
Lost and lonely children
Filling the voids with all we understood
Safety in numbers, but no one to save us from ourselves
Some will survive, some never had a chance
Nobody gets out unscathed

Sitting in my new skin, older, wiser, weathered
Afraid for the little girl who once was
Safe in my bed, in my skin, in my head
Memories of the past haunting my sleep
I saved me, from myself