There was a time when all that I knew was a lie.
But then I started a search for truth.
And I tried to always be honest and good,
So I could live without self - reproof.

And I thought that just by doing so,
That all would be easier to bear.
How could anything ever go wrong,
If all was approached with care?

But it appears that even when open,
Exposing all for others to see,
That, ironically, I can still inflict pain,
Just by being a "better" me.

So, once again, I've been proven a fool,
It matters not whether right or wrong,
Doing my best, has again, failed the test,
Perhaps I was doomed to fail all along.