The Truth Will Set You Free

I keep forgetting to wash my hands.

I touch my face a lot. How am I meant to not touch my face?

I am scared but people keep telling me I shouldn’t be scared. Thanks.

It’s hard to keep things from bubbling up to the surface and leaking out of the sides, when we’re under all of this pressure. It’s squeaky clean glass clear to me right now that people don’t and might not ever give a damn. Everyone has given up their act. It hurts a lot because I feel a lot.

You can’t un-see who is properly brain-washed. Who is more than okay living in this made up world on made up time. Who doesn’t realise that it’s always been a nightmare. Who puts up with it all. Who is nervous most of the time especially now. Who desperately needs to be distracted from everything by everything. Who voted for the wrong person. Who would do anything for someone that doesn’t care about them in the slightest. Who is selfish. Who blames people rather than the system. Who thinks plain stupid things. Who worships celebrities that do my head in. Who is irrational. Who is gullible. Who doesn’t question capitalism. Who is whatever.

It was already pretty easy to vaguely sift through it all, but now it’s right in front of me and I can’t stand to look at it any longer. 

But my mum has always told me that the truth will set you free.