A Hole

No words describe this heartfelt old poem. Just give it a try

Downright human feelings,
Honest to oneself and honest to others.
Does something like this exist?
We create a deep hole within ourselves
Not admitting what we really feel,
With our facade.
Every time we're honest
The hole starts to fill up,
But once we start to lie
It becomes bottomless.
Thus, the hole is never really filled;
It remains, like our race, half-empty

Author's Note

What do you readers think? Do you agree with the poem?