And I don't even have
This fucking virus.
Everything is split in half
With each side
Screaming, tearing, pulling
Just seeking out the facts
That fit what they already believe.
Painting the "other side"
As the enemy
When we're all dying here
Together.
Like always.
I'm just numb on the sofa
Filling with beer.
Touching my face.
Questioning everything
Avoiding reality
Either panicked and paranoid or
Too deadened by it all
To really care.
Like always.