Reality

Screens are glowing in the night, Feeding us a curated sight, Every voice is shaped and framed, Every truth is bent and named. They sold us noise to drown the mind, A thousand echoes, all aligned- But something in the static breaks… And now I see what it takes. Now I see it… clear as day… Can’t unsee it… can’t look away… They draw the lines across the feed, Turn belief to rivalry, Every scroll, another push, Every doubt, another hush. Podcasts preach, the channels spin, Truth gets buried deep within, Every side screams “this is real”- But none of it is what it feels. Now I see it… clear as day… Can’t unsee it… can’t look away… Once it cracks, it won’t repair, You see the pattern everywhere, Every headline, every lie- Different mask, the same disguise. But every “truth” they hand to me, Could be another cage I see… Another lens to shape my view- Another lie that feels like truth. Now I see it… layer by layer… Truth or shadow… everywhere… If I see it… what is real? If I break it… what do I feel? Every answer hides a lie… So I question… what am I?