Penance for Imperfection

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What is right? What is necessary?
To speak the truth and express my feelings,
Yet, I remain silent, wearing a smile,
Pretending everything is alright, because that's what's deemed necessary.

Why is it easier to utter a lie,
While deep down, I yearn to fight,
When in reality, I'm exhausted, longing to surrender,
To give up on everything that weighs me down.

Sometimes, the truth becomes the hardest words to utter,
And simplicity transforms into a daunting task.

These are the reasons why authenticity feels arduous,
And simplicity seems unattainable,
But it's far more agonizing to remain stagnant.

How can one make a mistake,
Yet still be embraced by others?

Why am I not allowed to err,
While my missteps are met with disdain?

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