"This is no big deal. I'm quite certain.
They're only trying to mess with our heads.
What does it matter if there are a couple
of old people who are ending up dead?
Everyone knows you shouldn't mindlessly trust
everything that you hear on the news.
They want to control us. It's power they crave.
When we give way to fear, we'll be theirs to abuse."
There's a part of my brain that chooses to think this,
but I know how quickly it stopped making sense.
Though I do wear my mask and stay six feet away,
that part of my mind takes such great offense.
But under these harrowing, stressful conditions
when I already haven't been okay in a while
one of the ways my brain's chosen to cope
is to shut itself down and give way to denial.