For the longest time, I only showed half the picture.

One half was perfectly pieced together’, and the other half was hidden in the shadows.

Every picture hid a secret. Every picture, a lie.

How good it feels to show both sides.

How good it feels to just sit in it, rather than shame it.

How good it feels to ask ‘why?’, rather than just curse the darkness.

… because the darkness doesn’t leave you, just because you condemn it.

The darkness will stay until you recognize it. It will hold power over you, until you recognize it’s presence. Shame’s not gonna do anything. Burying it, or fixing it alone won’t do anything either, if you don’t address it.

I’m not trying to hide from darkness anymore. I’m not trying to bury it, or shame it.

What you see is what you get.

Scratch that…

… What you see is probably some of it. The rest is there too, but you might not see it yet.

The rest has to make its way out, or it’s just gonna claw at the surface.

It’ll just nag away and eat at you.

There’s corrosion in that perfect picture you’re holding up.

It’s probably taking a lot of tape hold that all together.

… Let that go…

… Cause we’re all showing 1/2 the picture, and hiding the other; but your other half is not near as hidden as you think it is.