It’s like a prison really.
It’s like trapping yourself and those who love you in a prison. The longer you let the sentence carry out the thicker those bars get. You are the only one who knows how thick those bars are getting. You see them close in on you every day. Others who are affected can’t see them. They are blissfully unaware, yet you know. You know and you do nothing.
You feel empty inside. You just can’t find the courage to face yourself as yet. Can’t find the heart to tell those who love you the truth. You even go so far as to tell yourself that you are protecting them by keeping up the charade. After all, it is more convenient to believe this. More convenient than admitting how selfish you are. Easier than saying you are a coward. A much better alternative to the truth.
Then you get to a point where a choice must be made. A point of no return. Either you continue the lies you are living and betray your true self, or you unveil yourself as an impostor and face the consequences that await you. Face the disappointment in the eyes of those who love you. Face the hurt that you put them through. Face having to slowly earn their trust again, or even the possibility that you’ve lost it forever. Which path do you choose? Do you choose the truth or do you choose the lie?
The truth shall set you free, but it also hurts…