Sometimes hiding is better than being visible or noticed
Because on the surface where everything can be seen
Lies anger topped off with tears.
Sometimes knowing nothing is better than something or everything
Because in the mind where everything is thought
Lies confusion twisting itself into knots.
Sometimes lusting is better than loving or longing
Because in the heart where everything is felt
Lies an ache that never vanishes.
Sometimes silence is better than noise or words
Because in the booth where everything is heard
Lies pain that keeps replaying.
Sometimes lying is better than honesty or truth
Because on the tongue where everything is spoken
Lies cuts that slowly heal.
And sometimes simulation is better than reality or actuality
Because on the inside where everything is broken … Lies an outside that seems ok.