If you told me I was wrong,
You might be right
Truth runs blurry
In this fractured light.

Now lies wear robes,
Declare themselves true,
And I, once sure,
Don’t know what I knew.

What once was logic
Now fades and strains,
Bent by power,
Twisted by gains.

What fits your truth
Becomes your proof,
But the cut still stings,
And pain needs no truth.

You say it loud,
You say it clear
But just repeating
Doesn’t make it real.
A thousand times
Won’t make it true
A lie, dressed up,
Still won’t do.

Hunger doesn’t reason
It just consumes.
And I’ve been forced
To live in someone else’s truth.