How do you deal with the fact
That
Everything you think and feel
Is affected by a lens?
How are you ever supposed
To know the truth
When everything is tinted and warped?

A lens for love.
A lens for acceptance.
A lens for trauma.
A lens for despair.

How do I trust myself
When a tinted lens
Colours every situation
In shades of lies
And I don't always know
they are there?

I keep pushing these lenses away
To reveal more and more
I can't make my way
To the truth.
I feel lost in a sickening kaleidoscope
Lights fragmenting
My sense of self.

But maybe the truth isn't so easily seperated
From the lenses we all see.
Maybe truth itself is multicoloured,
Dynamic
Personal.
All we can do is try our best
To see each other's hues.