Take A Bow

It's an awful realization when you realize that people don't always say what they mean.

They may be the most honest person on the planet, but under some misguided attempt to not hurt you, they feed you lies, earnestly believing that they are shielding you from the reality of the situation. And with every poisonous lie you uncover, it's like a fresh puncture wound from a viper's sting. You feel weak, blind, and the poison of these lies courses through your veins; the pain spreading through your body with every thum-thump of your heart.

It's an awful realization when you realize that people don't always speak from their hearts.

They speak in morse code and you, untrained and ignorant, cannot read between the lines. You can't decipher the meaning behind their words; you blink in confusion with every syllable they utter; every beat, every syllable adding to your confusion. The cacophony of bee-beeps overwhelming all other senses, overwhelming you until you can't think see feel straight. 

You feel awful once you realize that you, too, have fed lies, have used code to communicate. You feel awful once you realize that you don't always say what you mean when you mean to say it. How many people have you poisoned? How many people have you led on?

We're all just cowards playing pretend.