Honesty

Why are we sometimes so reluctant to be honest, to speak our truth, as we understand it? Why do we avoid saying what we feel is true? Why is it that sometimes we don't even stand up for ourselves?

Honesty

Sometimes bares

Her Fangs

And slices a stinging cut

So quick,

So deep,

And so painful

That we lash out

Viciously,

With cruel intent

To rip out

The vocal chords

Of the one

Who dares 

To be honest.