Fine

Yes, it happened.
To more than just a few.
It made everything obscure,
It made life unreal.
If it was messed up before,
It's even worse for that.
Could it be describable?
No.
Could it be forgivable?
Maybe with painful death.
Will it ever go away?
No.
It will stay forever.
Leaving the misconstrued idea,
Of how the straight and narrow operate.
To realize the impact,
Is to understand the misinterpreted.
Never again to be told,
Always and forever apparent,
But never acknowledged,
For fear of being destroyed.
Always hidden,
Forever eating away at the core essence,
Of whatever could have been.
But never will get to be,
Because of it.