And, nothing but ...

And, nothing but ...

I don't know how I was infected
but it sure is killing me.
I'm feeling quite dejected
as I review my history.

I was taught to always tell the truth,
then learned that shades of grey
were needed to improve my couth
so I watched the things I'd say.

Then one day, as I woke up,
I found that things had changed
for every time that I spoke up
I sounded quite deranged!

The world had turned to black and white,
the truth poured from my lips.
My words somehow seemed to incite;
gone were the gentle quips.

The rosey glasses that I wore
that made the world a prism,
now only showed all I abhor.
I'm filled with cynicism.

Perhaps some new found virus
is now coursing through my veins
causing me to be desirous
of the truth and all its pains.

I find my speech is now more blunt;
I'm curt instead of kind.
I find that I'm prone to affront;
I always speak my mind.

I hope that soon they find a cure
so I won't seem like such a grouch.
My wife says I'm just immature
but all I want is off the couch!


Notes
An entry in "COLORING THE WORLD CONTEST TEMP. CLOSED "  [E]
Prompt #169: You are afflicted with a rare (and getting rarer) disease in which you can only tell the truth, the whole truth.

Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise - are all equally welcome.

Ken