the shit that dribbles from you lips

is littered with half-truths, that remind me of the old me

i can still lay it down but i choose not to, because it doesn’t set well in my gut

i listen to the garbage and try sifting through the muck to try to get a glimpse of the truth

then i let it go, reminding myself that the truth is like a deeply embedded splinter

it’s uncomfortable and it always works it way to the top, for extraction

maybe one day the lies will stop working for you, they already have stopped working as far as i am concerned

the truth can be scary, trying to hide from it is like walking down the street naked

thinking you won’t be noticed

we all learn, just some choose to accept the offer, and some don’t

you have a choice, just like we all do

what’ll it be, 2 scoops of crap or a glass of water?