Sincerity
Take a chance

The value of sincerity is found in the fact that there’s nothing left to ask. But if there is, with someone you fully trust, just ask away, for you know, you must, especially knowing that person’s sincerity is intact.
But what happens if you have a terrible past? Well, you don’t have to wear it on your face as if the world is going to ask. But there will come a day when you’ll understand what it is to be one with someone, and feeling loved will need to be true, not just a mask. A mask for who?
Unspoken truth and love won’t camouflage. You’ll realize love should seep through you to touch all of you, for it isn’t meant to sit on your facade. Therefore you will never feel loved until you open up or crack. Because until you do, that haunt will never pass. You’ll be a sitting egg for years alone and unhatched.
You see, I don’t care if you enjoyed hurting people. I don’t care if you’ve already hurt me too. I don’t care that you’ve been around and enjoyed being a tool. I don’t care that you might have a weakness or two. Whether it’s a personality trait or a desire for something you genuinely hate, I don’t care because I value truth. And until that happens, I’ll completely admire you.
Believe me, I understand, for I have been there too. And it’s not only the hurtful truths; it’s the embarrassing ones inside you. Like when I’ve been fat and ashamed to look at you all, while remembering how vain I was when I looked good in my suits, and overall. I’m as truthful as my faults like a mirror on a wall. However, I feel like broken pieces of that mirror and every piece has my heart.
So I don’t care what you show me, I only care for what you are. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. If you did, show me the scars. Allow me to experience the results of taking part in such activities early on. But don’t you dare sell me innocence for I can tell that from afar. Besides, I’m thrilled you have come so far. We’re still here today, and we’re moving on, and yesterday shouldn’t make this hard.
I try not to focus on myself, and instead, I think of what I can give. I don’t dismiss all my wrongs; I know I’m guilty of all my sins. I’m self-conscious, and I welcome any consequence. I don’t wonder why, as I am not ignorant.
Now please allow me to reiterate. What’s the name of this publication? Get Inside? Well, get inside this: I don’t give a piss about your image. All I see is you and your eyes, and that is the beginning of forgiveness. It goes both ways if our love is real and under no disguise. Because in this world, we cry alone dragging damage and truth thinking nobody will ever understand as if we had an eagle eye point of view.
Therefore, I invite you to take a chance, unlike the rest who choose to act like fools, not realizing they’re only fooling themselves and their definition of love is misconstrued.
Adam M. is a musician and writer from Brooklyn, N.Y. Adam writes self-conscious introspective pieces to induce an understanding from his readers. Most importantly, he hopes his readers can take something valuable with them from reading each work. You’re cordially invited to begin now.






