Say

Why do I say
What I do not mean
When I choose to talk at all?
I say that I hate poetry
And then write until nightfall.

Why do they say
What they do not mean?
It's all a show to me.
They tell me what they're into
And then act differently.

Why does she say
What she means to me
Instead of to whom it counts?
A wound can only heal
When the pain has been renounced.

Why does he say
What he really means
Only when it hurts to hear?
Was he afraid I would dislike him
If I heard his fear?

Why do we say
What we do not mean
Day in and day after?
It holds us back, it does
And keeps us from true laughter.

So what is it
That holds us back
And keeps us from true telling?
Trust, that's what.
There's never enough
And always too much.