Honesty is the best policy, so they say.
But it's all a mirage leading you astray.
When you are honest and share how you feel,
Anger, hurt, and resentment reveal.
I'm intolerant you say.
It's not your fault you're this way.
I should just accept it and let it lay.
You blame everything under the sun,
It can't be helped, you've become a victim.
Every time you claim it's not your fault,
You bring hope of resolution to a halt.
What good comes from honesty
When we refuse to believe
We don't have control or accountability.
So does honesty really identify root cause,
Or is it a band aid, some tape and some gauze?
That covers our wounds our heartache and pain,
And feels like we've nothing to lose again?
But once we are honest, we can't take it back
It's out in the open awaiting attack.
I've learned this today and I'll never deny
Honesty is the best policy is only a Lie.
