Day 41 Honey

Words as sweet as honey drip from my lips. With gusto and bravado I proclaim truths I don't believe. Truth is subjective, I use it to break apart the lies vested in the hearts of others. While my own lies fester and rot inside of me. I wait for someone to find me. Can I be seen through the veil of lies I painted myself. I struggle, but can't free myself. I help others with false truths, not knowing I need theirs.