Feelings are just feelings,
They don’t stay where you want them to,
Try to hold them back and they start a fire behind your eyes
That burns with a fury of passion,
Before extinguishing inside.

Releasing them when they want to be freed seems to be
The best way else they seethe,
Writhe in agony,
Betwixt between the soul
And reality.

If only the world were allowed to be that honest
But it’s no good being an idealist about these things,
I’ve felt the hurt and hope it brings
And it never goes anywhere,
You can never be too honest with someone,
“Sometimes the truth hurts”
People say,
I’d take the pain of truth
Over what lies do
Any day.

Intentions hidden under false smiles and hugs and handshakes
They’re not doves they’re feather coated snakes
Slithering out of a sleeves cover
Lies sliding a little further
Is it easier to go along with the lies that we tell each other,
Than be honest with love like we’re sisters and brothers…

…I hate that I have written this,
From me,
A man with misfortune,

an idealist.