Telling the Truth

What people don't know about me
Could fill a warehouse
What I don't know about myself...
I could say the same
I know that life is not a game
I'd rather be comfortable
Telling the truth
Than not telling the truth
And pretending I'm happy
When there isn't much
To be happy about
Other than what all of us
Could ever want and have
Because of our freedom
If it were not for our freedom
Then what would we have?
Would we even feel safe
To say that we have each other?