Everything we know to be true is a lie
Yet fear seems to consume us so much that
We instinctively believe the lie as if
It were the tangible reality
The duality of this false truth
Forces me to crumble and cry within my own mind
And outside
As I writhe in pain trying to define
What is real, and what is a lie
The thin line I toe
Between what’s right inside and
How to fight is thinning with every step I take
I’m losing my mind attempting to comprehend the agony inside and I can no longer survive off this pressure my mind has devised
The world feeds me alternative truths through some booth and I watch as my people eat them up as if they were the fruitful sandwiches of truth
And I sit back in their blissful ignorance
I cower at their joy wondering, if I just assimilate, will I quell the feelings that that seem to deploy
This untamed chaos that controls my voice is throttling me and I can no longer allow it to destroy me
To be conscious of the truth is to be plagued with never ending agony of what is there next to do,
As well as witnessing people blindly absorb it and die slowly from its toxins
I really like this poem.