From The Roundhole

I have struggled and fought with this. Not in the ways that you might think, but in other, less obvious ways. When I tell someone something under the premise that what I am telling them changes nothing in their future, but simply eliminates a painful present about the past, am I truly being kind to them? Or am I simply masking myself of a truth that makes me look at who I am, and what I have done or not done. Possibly my answer is in motive, and knowing who I am really protecting. Sometimes I fear it is me.