Manipulation

Life is full of contradiction.
It knows one thing,
But does another.
Life is a giant hypocrite.
It reflects the people who live it.
Do they even know truth?
These hypocrites.
Manipulators of truth.

We are the manipulators of truth.
We know all the words.
How to use them,
Change them for our purposes.
To save our hearts,
To fix another.
To get out of trouble.
Do we really think we own the truth?

Is truth for one to own?
Keep it from another.
Is it right, is it fair?
What is truth anymore?
If we change it and hide it.
Shell it out slowly,
Does that make it ours?
How can we know that it if right and fair?

Fairness is subjective.
And changes from case to case.
What is just for me,
Is it just for you.
Are just and fair the same?
Does this make me a manipulator of words.
Of truth?

Or simply human.
Trying to live my life as everyone else.
Is my truth the same as yours?
Do I hide behind half-truths and lies?
Or lay it all out there?


We are the manipulators of words and truth.