Facade

My hands were clean until I touched the truth It left marks no water could erase. I learned that knowing comes with weight, And innocence never survives the touch.

Some truths don’t hurt loudly.

After Knowing

I reached for what was real, not knowing the cost. It left its mark without drawing blood. Comfort fell away, clarity stayed. Some truths don’t cleanse they remain.

Innocence doesn’t last.

Survival

Once, he believed kindness was enough. Then he saw how clean lies could look. The world fears monsters until they wear a suit. So he tailored himself to fit in.