When you shave life & art down to reductive platitudes you confess an incapacity for complexity.
You confess an ineptitude for depth, nuance, & the metaphorical.
You confess a need to drag that which you do not understand into the emotional and intellectual shallows.

When you bastardise statements of love, strength, and hope into something shameful and weak, you confess your world view with repressed shame at its core.

Weaponise displays of unity & beauty into an ugly war zone of oneupmanship and confess your ache for hierarchy to hold beneath you, those whose experience you cannot fathom, whose strength you fear, and whose mind you cannot comprehend.

The desire to turn love into hate, peace into war, unity into division, strength into weakness, is your confession.