We Appear Naked

The truth is supposed to be harsh. We act

as if we don't know

our own like we

haven't hidden our

purest thoughts within.

Despite the fact we

continue to endanger

ourselves in others

for the comfort from

those things that stunt

our humanity, sanity

and well-being. We our-

selves appear unscathed

when the mirror tells us

whom to fear. We wash

our hands of hard work

we've never done. Is it

because we've patterned

our lives after others that

we fail? It is our lies

that make us continue

in the harmony of failed

repetition. Our actions

become swift in the defense

of reluctant tongues that

expose our weakness

and through friendship

hides our truth because

lies about going everywhere

and nowhere bring us comfort.