crushed

When we're little, our parents teach us how to take care of ourselves.
To pick up our toys, and to mind our matters.
They teach us that honesty is the best policy.

I think honesty sucks.
It's a cruel weapon that can dash our hopes,
and kill our dreams in one fell swoop.

Before you know it, the wind is knocked out of you
and your perception of everything seems out of focus. Nothing looks right.
Everything seems to be crushed, bruised, and ruined.

What happened to the wisdom of Bambi?
When Thumper's parents taught us all: "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all"
Or at least, if you say something that has caustic implications,
at least take the time to thoroughly explain yourself.