conspiricy

my ears are broken,
they have listened too long
to untruths and embroidery
In  youth, they established
 between fantasy and
reality. .clear as a bell
why they began to play
a game..and only hear what
they really want to hear
telling me their own personal truths 
and not actualities..
its hard to distinguish
broken maybe beyond repair
hearing aids did only amplified 
familiar ringing
as the sound of jungle drums
translated in pigeon English
cochlear implants revealed
a Chinese whisper manufacturer
the site of a splinter cell
it was my brain all along
an inside job
the enemy within
my soul is broken
please return