TRUTH...(PT 1)

Is a ghost, often unknown, Bound to be understood by the chains of sight— Our perspective influence how it's shown. Complex to comprehend, no matter the might. Take a parent and a child On an ordinary afternoon. Child suddenly screams. Child shatters windows. Child breaks curfew. The parent angrily sighs. Child disrupts the peace, Cost and chaos in their wake— Rebellion in disguise. Truth here in the parents eyes is, Child is wrong, it's asked- "What need was there of this?" But twist the lens. It’s no ordinary day. Danger seeks the child's ends To snatch their life away. Now, the parent understands the scream. Now, they exalt the shattered glass. Now, they see rebellion as survival. Notice how the truth now morphs Child's actions are suddenly justified Proper etiquette becomes a dwarf So where LIES the essence of TRUTH? Between the lines, Diluted, distorted, disguised.