its a crying shame

we place the blame

on everyone, but ourselves

inside a book

the lies we took

hidden high on some top shelf

we feign we care

and clear the air

with half truths, deception and lies

then hide in the back

with a caring lack

as those ahead of us cry

I can't say for sure

but that half open door

looks like a quick escape

we can run from the truth

or take a reboot

and try to fix our mistakes