There are reasons you shouldn't say what you're thinking.

There are reasons you shouldn't be honest.

There are reasons, and we've ignored them.

There are reasons.

Now all that's left is us

and a pile of reasons ripped away

and a thousand judgmental

or true

or harsh

thoughts, piled on the ground.
But I guess it's too late to stop, now.

Sorry, mom, and emily, and you, kid.
I could stop
but being free of reasons feels good.
Even if it hurts sometimes, I just want to be true.

I'll try to think nicer things, though.
As best I can, I mean.
So that I can say those, instead.