Why do we say that the truth is not beautiful?
Ugly truth. Everything we are trying to hide.
To keep tucked in. Under the surface.
All the imperfections.
The bad things.
Our lazyness, restlessness.
Messy hair. Stained pijamas.
Those dark circles under our eyes.
Our sadness. Crazy toughts.
Our everyday lives filed with ugly, shamefull truth.
Not the picture you can put up and everybody will point and gaze. Wishing it was them.
Not something beautiful.
Calm and clean and smart.
The truth is never beautiful.
Only the lies.