Can we ever know another’s truth?

When we shy, far from our own

Can we stand in darkness, linger there?

Become accepting of what is shown?

The stories we strive so hard to hide

Are fiction and nothing more

Created by thought, then held in place

By perpetuating the lore

The real disservice we do ourselves

Is not facing our innermost fears

By avoiding our own reflection

We create all the messy smears

We amplify the voice within

The defensive, looped soundtrack

Believing the lyrics are our own

When they are really, a media feedback

Like lemmings in a video game

A slave to repetitive routine

Expecting others to pay the price

Then complain about quarantine

Uniting as one, uniting on mass

And decreeing enough’s enough

Is how we can all be the change

Then we can really call their bluff