Honesty is the best policy, they said,
To be honest is to be brave,
Yet when they ask "How are you?" I don't think I can say
The world is scary, sometimes I hate my body, and my thoughts will never pause, I'm curious, but scared to know, am I okay despite my flaws?
Honesty is the best policy, yet no honest person wins, politicians spin lies like the spiders we don't ****
Honesty is the best policy, yet they look at me all weird, when I tell them I don't **** spiders, and not because of fear.
Maybe I'm weak for feeling bad, and maybe I'm too sensitive, or maybe I don't lie enough, maybe morals are relative.
Honesty is the best policy, unless you want to succeed. To be accepted, to be loved, to be held without fear.