The brutal truths

The brutal truths are the ones we try to hide

The ones that make us wince and cringe inside

But they always seem to find a way to peek out

They're like unwanted relatives that we can't get rid of,

But they're also the ones who remind us of who we are.

We try to bury them under mountains of lies,

But they always seem to find a way to rise;

They're like ghosts that just won't stay buried,

But they're also the ones who keep us honest.

We try to keep them locked away in dark corners of our minds,

They're like shadows that follow us wherever we go.

The brutal truths are the ones we try to hide

But they always seem to find a way to come out

We try to bury them under layers of lies

But they always manage to surface

They’re like hidden skeletons in our closet

That we wish we could keep hidden forever

But they always manage to rear their ugly heads

And remind us of the dark truths we’ve tried to forget.