They’re easier in movies, when speaking from your heart doesn’t hurt
and complex characters are developed in moment of magic
but in real life, spitting real truths hurts deep like toothaches do
like the love is too much, too sudden, real and all too tragic
so we get playing games, laughing at character caricatures of ourselves
fake relationships with deep emotions that are dammed up
not let loose to flow and wreak havoc but contained and constrained
so that when the water breaks and the we give birth to words, they’re messed up
to its time to fess up and clear the air with the unspoken syllables
the withheld words that hit harder than emotional damage and hurt worse
than back stabbings cause sometimes the truth set you free but freedom hurts.
Like the lack of reparations of the self hate we carry around like a purse.
Let freedom ring and truth fall always from my lips, replacing lip service
with truth serving cause sometimes we get to bloated on fantasy
and the only cure is a dose of reality served by the people who care about us
so listen when I sit you down cause I’m not trying to hurt but to heal,
sometimes lancing the boils hurts more than leaving it alone
but the only way to heal is to stab it with love and hope that the negative
drains out yellow like fear and green like envy and black like hate.
Hope that the flaming needle of my words can hurt so much that you
remember to love your purpose.