#2181-Rusty

Daily,

I’m fed the news,

Through others’ eyes.

Yet it’s hard,

To believe all the hype.

Simple facts,

Are a rarity.

So I sift,

Through the lenses,

Neatly placed before me.

It is a shame,

To be on guard,

Feeling skeptical,

Pondering what to believe.

Perhaps,

This is nothing new.

But today,

It feels sad,

Thinking so.