My Secrets led to lies,

My Fears of being a disappointment were as potent as poison and one thing was certain,

the truth was never an option.

Shutting my lips sealed, I accomplished and hence unintentionally transformed my lies into guilts.

My Guilts invited Depression and it quickly became an active member of the game; it's points were unconquerable.

“Cut! Cut! Cut!”

“It's the least you can do, it's a well-deserved punishment don't you think so?” They all chanted in my head and foolishly, their pleas were allowed.

Once again, the truth was never an option.

“Die! Die! Die!”

“It's the least you can do, it's a well-deserved punishment don't you think so?” Again, they all chanted in my head and so I began to consider; well because,

the truth was never an option.

“But what if it could actually become an option? Could it be worse than death?” A helper voiced and I pondered.

After much pondering, there was only one way to find out.

Moulding my fears, guilts and depression into a giant man, I aimed my gun of truth at his dark form and hesitantly pulled the trigger.

Like a box filled with surprises, I watched in awe as my troubles exploded into a beautiful flutter of butterflies.

My sights instantly became shaper, my breathe became cleaner and my heart shortly felt lighter.

How stupid I felt at that moment,

The truth was actually an option, a very good one at that; I was just too blind to see it.





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