Honesty is the Stuff of Nightmares

She opened up, Peeled off her very skin and She showed me what was underneath. Her pain, it's deep. It floods her body through the blood. It is etched into her very bones. I want to say I we have those same etchings, But really they're just the echoes. Echoes of a pain I've half experienced. She showed herself to me. She removed the pretty mask she wears And she showed me the ugly truth. I'm disgusted, I'm unbearably sad, And I wish I could tell her I understand. But the etching on my bones, They're just a whisper of her pain. They're just the signature of an ugly nightmare. A nightmare I only half remember, And a nightmare that haunts her every single day.