Interpretations

All the voices are clamoring for space in my head
and my ability to translate is diminished
by the rise of my own voice
its desire to be heard despite its immaturity
I want to learn and I want to be heard
don't try to mislead me with the false reality
that placates the masses
don't ply me with the soporific video drug
stare at my face and tell me what you believe
if you can
I'm not interested in a recitation of what you've heard
our interpretations of the facts might differ
but each can carry the weight of conviction