Sometimes...The Truth Hurts

Sometimes, we dream
Sometimes, they come true
Sometimes we want so badly for them to come true
We convince ourselves that they are real
But they are not...
So we begin lying to ourselves
And in turn to others alike
Starting as small lies, white lies
Leading to larger lies, damaging lies
A web of lies...
All the while believing every word ourselves
Or at least wanting to

What was once a simple life
Has become a complex entanglement
That festers within our soul
Breeding into a pulsating entity in itself
A living breathing cancer
A psychological tumor
Physically it is pain free
But excruciatingly crippling emotionally
It is then that sometimes, we must awake from our dream
With the fresh breath of reality
And a slap of truth in the face
We must identify what is real.

Sometimes to escape the mess we have created
Some of us give up
We turn our backs on life
Sometimes some of humanity really is that shallow
That gutless...
Gutless and overwhelmed by the damage done
The trouble caused
That they take from themselves the only precious gift they have left
Life...
Suicide...
Yes, at sometime the best of us consider it
But it is that decision that defines the weak, from the strong
The rest of us are survivors

Sometimes survivors lash out
Lost in their own confusion
Appearing to be hate filled anger
But only ever a sign of heated frustration
Heated frustration at ones self
Othertimes, survivors will reflect
Delving deep into their minds
Deeper into their thoughts
And so begins the uphill battle
Commonly known as self analysis
The dissection begins
Piece by miniscule piece
Lie by lie
For reason upon pathetic reason
Pulling apart each malice filled word
Until realization comes...
There is no justification for validity
No more excuses to find
No more stories to bend
The twisted tales end
We see the truth, we see ourselves for who we really are
Sometimes...the truth hurts.