I Screamed Reality
By Jason Lalljee
I stood on a mountain and I screamed reality-
But the people below did not seem to hear me.
I screamed and I screamed 'til my throat grew sore-
But their ears showed shut and they heard no more.
The people below me, they did not want to know,
Did not want to hear me, so in turn, did not so.
The lies they have built around them, they are walls made of brick-
And the feeble effects of my barriers of truth left me weak to my stomach,
And my heart frail and sick.
I stood on my mountain, and cried out in rage,
The sun it burned brighter, my vision a haze.
Why could they not see, the truth that lay before them?
Do they think it will break them,
Will in truth, will it break them?
I shot out my missiles at their walls in blind anger,
But the barriers of their will rose up.
Locked me out, left me stranded.
The armies of their trepidation of what they might find,
Hit at me wildly, leaving me cold and blind.
The people below me, they molded their little lives-
To be a safe little utopia,
One that they know that they could survive.
They do not want to face the truth,
Because it will shatter their fragile worlds—
It will ruin their beings, tear at their hearts,
At their souls.
So I left them in their barriers,
In their walls made of lies,
Let them find the truth themselves,
Or whatever they need otherwise.
