White lies.

Another paradox that exists so often in our lives.
Its white,
because its used to protect,
instead of to harm.

To protect people from having to keep secrets,
secrets they don't want to keep.
To protect people we love from hearing things,
that would hurt.
To protect people,
from ourselves.

Perhaps I've been too sheltered.
Perhaps I'm used to being sheltered.
Perhaps I just like the feeling of being protected.

I love to hug my mum.
It makes me feel like I'm still the child with needs that only my mum can satisfy.
And I am.

But sometimes,
a lie is a lie.
And lies lead to deceit and further doubt.

Perhaps,
that is protection,
at the expense of self.

Things I've grown to understand,
habits I've learned to read.
Are still clear as a crystal glass to me.
Life's not that complicated..
we just don't like what we see sometimes.
That's what messes things up.

:(