In comfortable manipulation,
The awful painful truth hidden away.
Choosing the numbness of fabrication
O’er trauma in believing what they say.

In the morning my comfort comes from lies,
By nightfall pain comes from the deception.
The calm on which this trusting heart relies,
Crumbles now beneath this cracked reflection.

I yearn for comfort from the painful truth!
I shall tolerate no excuse to live!
Give me no more naïveté from youth!
I prefer the hurt honesty will give.

Painful truth is better than comfort’s lies.
This fact hurts more than I could realize.