From the bottom of my heart

Have we come into the age

Have we come into the age
Of inward-looking mirrors
Turned facing each other and
Reflecting only one image?

Have we come into the age
Of self-degradation, where
Talking ourselves down is
Fashionable? Modesty gone wrong.

Have we come into the age
Where sticks and stones break
Our bones and words bruise us so easily?
Only as resilient as a strawberry.

Have we come into the age where nothing is good anymore?