An incident may be painted by an individual,
of which may be viewed and interpreted by a million other eyes.
When material and critical information is omitted or misrepresented,
knowledge of the masses will be skewed in favor of the narrator.
What survives the account exists,
and what is omitted becomes unwillingly deleted from ever existing.

All too often one witnesses this in one's daily lives.

What makes one abandon one's objectivity,
stray from one's virtues in order to paint a false picture of oneself?

Why can't one accept who one is and also accept the people around one for who they really are,
and appreciate all they have done for one to preserve one's innocence and status?

Why is there a double standard who who one treats better,
or how much one can tolerate?

Why must one announce and disseminate proudly certain things
and lie feverishly to conceal certain others?

It doesn't make sense.
No matter how godlike one believes one is,
one's hands still remain the same size and can only cover one pair of eyes at a time,
and not large enough to cover the entire sky at the same time.

So why even bother?