A Series of Truths

Truth is I’m still human. Truth is  I still seek validation. Truth is, without an audience my petals wither. Truth is, my feelings get hurt… a lot. Truth is, sometimes I wonder is it my inner monster talking or do you really not like me? Truth is, I still believe in the fantasy that romantic love is a savior. Truth is, I fall short of being the compassionate person I build myself up to be. Truth is, I’m still learning how to be objective, yet gentle with myself. Truth is, I prefer to be handled with gloves on, sometimes. Truth is, I’ve knowingly shrank myself for a man. Truth is, it wasn’t hard. Truth is, I could do it again. Truth is, people actually by eat or be eaten, no matter how evolved we become. Truth is, our evolution is our destruction in disguise.