Really, reality?

 What is this place?

I question reality 

What is real

What is not

What is true

What is fraught

With misdeeds 

And deceit, 

I just don’t know anymore

Maybe I never did

I can decipher bullshit  fairly well, better than most, is that why I prefer to be alone?  Everybody is so full of shit these days, with a preoccupation of their own selfish thoughts and desires, and a failure to act upon the common good.

It’s just all so fake.

At times,

It overwhelms my mind.