so often i am tempted to be honest, but i am silenced by the fear of cruelty, or the worry of losing pride. all i want is to say what i mean, and come clean to the world--but it is never only about me. all my secrets and feelings concern so many other people, that they are not really my secrets to tell. so i smile silently, and surround myself with a few people that i can trust. because a secret means little to me unless i can cry or laugh with someone else.
sharing.
like in kindergarten.
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I know what you mean. I sometimes wonder what would happen if everyone just said and did exactly what they meant to or wanted to.
ReplyDeletewould be all be better or worse off?
interesting.