Self-Honesty Poem by Vikas Sharma

I never wanted to learn
the art of deception
yet it came to me
on its own conviction

Deceiving self about reality
Is about rewriting all
As I wanted it to be
Stretching a truth bit too far
Or hiding and twisting motives
So others would think well of me

I deceived myself
About myself
So that I portray a good self
This is how I practiced deception
Until it was beyond correction

Deceiving became my second nature
And I never felt the need for a cure
Then one day it dawned on me
Who am I deceiving if not me?

Honesty was forgotten long ago
In an effort to boost ego
My true self was more humane and kind
Not the ruthless self I now mind
Neither am I what I wanted to be
Nor the original real me

How could I be honest
With others if not with me
And to be honest
Honesty starts with me

I reorganized
But I was like a pile of hay
No idea where to start my day
Doing it daily bit by bit
I started to get honest about it
No one really cared who I am
It was just a pat less or slight slam
But the joy in this was great
For I was honest and straight
Now I could see myself in my eye
And be proud of who am I