pinocchio

i don't like being honest...
'cause truth is almost,always painful..
thing is, i can't help myself not telling the truth sometimes...
it's like an invisible dagger will stab me when i try to hold it in, don't say it, don't hurt others.
it's not fair, it's painful whichever way you choose...
the guilt...
you feel guilty no matter what you do...
of course,at the moment of action, you'll feel liberated.
a rock has been moved from you heart...
but can you say the same 1,maybe 2 hours later?
when the fact that your so-called 'honesty' left a scar elsewhere,seeps into your conscience?
why is there two sides in everything...
why is it impossible to do one thing, and stay contented with it...
contented, that's a word right...content, past tense..contented?
*****
i dislike how superficial i am.
this, i will try to change from now on.
see things not only by the image they project...
think what they would be thinking and understand their side of the story...
tolerate.