Vulnerable
I see u's,
I see n's,
I see faces.
They seem to tell a story,
but they advocate
none of the true.
It all seems real
until you see the flash.
The flash of force
which was not meant to appear.
They say, "I love you"
They say, "I hate you"
and they speak words.
This all seems to veil
to conceal their pride,
their ego, their truth.
It makes sense when laid out flat,
but at the back of our thoughts,
we question.
We question...
Why
Why, ...why.
Can we not show truth?
Can we not be vulnerable?
Can we not make vulnerable, the norm?
Since when
was anything vulnerable.
Why do we pride ourselves
with mysteries and waves
when we could rather
learn to appreciate those
with vivid bold outlines.
Our lives are questioned,
we question why we seem... different
when in actuality we are all
but we choose to hide
the vulnerability.