Book with Flowers
Sometimes we tell our truth only to get laughed at.
Sometimes we wear our heart on our sleeve 
only to have it ripped off.
Sometimes we bare our secrets 
wanting them to set us free only to be destroyed by them.
Sometimes we are vulnerable only to be made a fool.
The rest of the time we are the ones doing the laughing.
Ripping the hearts.
Destroying the honesty.
Making others to feel a fool.
The rest of the time we are the enemy.
Judging, mocking, belittling.
Look in the mirror.
Set yourself free.

C.A. Sullivan