FYI I don’t normally write two poems in a row so close to each other especially not when I’ve gone years without writing anything. I’m not sure what this means to me quite yet, I’ll figure it out later I just wanted to write it down. Maybe it’ll mean something to you.
The truth is scary because, it is honest.
Honesty is a mirror held to your face.
Your face is your reflection and
Your reflection is all of your imperfections
That are hidden inside all of your truths.