the other guy

It seems very simple.  Open your mouth and let the words come out.  The real ones.  Not just the ones that make it through the censors.  I believe a problem can be talked down.  I've leant my ear a number of times.  I didn't judge, and don't think I've ever let things I've heard people say change how I saw them.  I have no reason to beleive that with the shoe on the other foot, I wouldn't benefit from talking about it.

But I do.

I've already convinced myself it won't work for me.  One more lie to keep me in line. 

But I'm not going to let it win.

I'm just afraid I won't be me anymore.  But maybe, after all this time, that's not such a bad thing.

All signs point to go.