The blessing
And curse
Of having
Close friends
Is that the really
Good ones
Deny u finding
Truth in
Your own
Lies

The stories
We tell ourselvs
The creatures we
Create
Are shaken from
The pages
Like stray ants on
A picnic newspaper

And once confronted
Once the curtains are
Pulled back
Once we are seen so naked
A spotlight on you
But blinding you
From the crowd

Once all the
Self deception is
Stripped away
We stand shaking
Frightened
Exposed
And can only
Whisper

You are right.