I’m slipping away again,
Distance grows between old friends.
The world feels wrong, too cold, too small,
I crave a quiet corner, to escape it all.

Endless scrolling, news broadcasting lies,
People starved—both bodies and minds.
The noise keeps rising, intent on distracting
Hiding the truth that hope is dying.

Ignorance is bliss—that’s what they’ve said,
But how can we ignore the thousands dead?
Watching despair from the comfort of screens,
How does this not make you shout and scream?

I’m slipping away again,
Growing distance between old friends.
It would be easy to forget the world outside,
Crawl into myself and hide.

I could wrap myself in luxury, real or faux,
Blending in with everyone you know.
I could delete the apps, ignore the news,
Pretend the weight was mine to choose.

But ignorance is not bliss, at least not if you feel.
It’s a mask you wear to make the pain less real.
Repeating words flashed across the screens,
Marching in rhythm to their compliance machine.

I’m slipping away again, unsure what to do.
Feeling too much, but too human not to.
If you still feel, don’t look away
The world won’t change unless we stay.