You can never be too sure

Is it any of my business and was it right of me to have taken matters into my own hands and telling people stuff that never was meant to be spoken out loud in the first place. This thin line between the right and wrong blurs right at the very moment you want to be certain about some things. Black isnt black anymore and white isnt as pure. They say some things are better left unsaid but what if it was the truth they deserved? What if it was the truth that they wanted after having been kept in the dark for so long? What if this truth that might hurt them actually sets them free? But what if it doesn't make a difference as to whether they knew or not cause nothing can be done anyway.

Because telling this truth opens up a a memory I thought was long buried underneath the mess in my head.

I realize with a start, some things never change. There always will be that spot there, right where it hurt.