Honesty. That’s all I want.
An honest start, an honest end.
Harsh and raw, cutting, and blunt.
Honest question, honest answer.
No meandering. No excuses.
Honest word, honest phrase.
Criticism, word or praise.
I need an answer, not a compliment,
How can I grow on the base of lies?
How can I improve with a foundation incised?
I need someone to hurt my feelings—
Disregard emotion, constantly reeling
Cease to be fragile, impend me with revision.
I need honesty, honestly—
I dug up this poem from a journal entry from last October. It has renewed meaning right now, and I feel like it perfectly expresses what I want and need. I guess I’ve been trusting people too easily here. It would just be so much simpler if people would be brave enough to tell the truth and not hide behind masks.

















