There are no secrets, There are no truths, only fragile human beings

it is a simple phrase
with simple concepts

but no one ever seems to grasp it

you see it comes from a simple bit of naivety

we all like to believe
that we and everyone else tells the truth

unfortunately we all lie
unconsciously
deliberately
constantly

whether its the little lies
we tell ourselves
or ones we think to spare someone else

or huge clintonian lies

if you want to know if a human is lying
just see if their lips are moving

you think you tell the truth?
no
you just believe your lies
there is a difference

humans are incapable of expressing any truth
without balancing it with lies

every word choice
every thought conveyed
is lacking in truth

the problem lies with truth
not with falsehood
your truth and my truth
they are not the same thing
each a different language unto itself

different languages
describing
retelling
screaming out that same pathetic
human story

I live
I breathe
I exist
but none more poignant than
this

I matter
I count for something

why do you think
half of human existence
of human thought is dedicated
to the search for meaning

if there is a point to life
then I have a purpose
if I have a purpose
then I have value

in the end that is all
any of us ever truly want
to feel like we are worth something
even if but just for a moment
to someone else
to our world.

our truths are ours alone
no matter how pitifully we seek to broadcast them
to share them
to scream them out at the top of our lungs
as soon as they leave us
as soon as they are expressed
they are no longer ours
and no longer true

secrets are somewhat similar
we all have our secrets
thinking they are just our private secrets
but
in truth
they are not

we all share the same secrets
those same hidden fears and worries
that same darkened path did each of us travel
to get to this point

which is why I just smile
and nod
and carry on
pretending not to know your secret

it is easier that way
for both of us

now and again
some friend or another comes to me
seeking advice
and I tell them their story
their secret story
and they are amazed

how did you know
was it that obvious

yes

yes it is that obvious
the more you try to hide
the more you advertise

you see we all have the same holes
pain and sin burrowed into our souls
but I havent gotten to the funny part yet

we all use the same disguise to cover up each wound
you want to know a persons secrets
look at yourself
see how you try to hide
those things which pain you
those skeletons in your closet

then look around
and like a new dawn
you will see it in those around you
those same behaviours and lies
hiding those same hurts and pains

at first it will surprise you
like a blind man seeing for the first time
the urge to see everything about everyone
catalog it
remember it

then it becomes frightening
as you realize that everyone else
could see your secrets
your pains
just as easily
if they only opened their eyes

then it becomes depressing
as you see just how much those you love
suffer under the weight of their secrets
but your knowledge is useless
even if you confront them
you can not show them what they will not see
all you can do is watch them suffer

so you sit back
spew roundabout bullshit
like the next messiah
hoping that with a little love
and dropping hints
maybe just maybe
someone will get the hint
take a look around themselves
with their new eyes
and realize
if even for a moment

they are valued
and
truly are not alone