Torn Between Real and Fake

Screams preach loud but say nothing true. Every sigh screams their

proof. Faces polished, hands stay clean. Selling fear like it's belief.

Point the blame, redraw the line, say it's wrong, say it's mine. I'm buried under

what they say trying not to fade away. Every answer feels rehearsed.

Every cure makes it worse. Pulled between the wrong and right losing sleep to

win the fight. I'm torn in half by what I see. This world keeps

carving into me. So much noise, no clarity, just shadows sell uncertainty.

I'm torn in half still wide awake, trying to tell what's real or