Zoom and gloom

I wonder as I scan the caged faces on Zoom

Is it, perhaps, the Stockholm syndrome?

All around the smiles, all ready to bloom

Hiding the uncomfortable, the humdrum.

Are we really "super excited" for everything?

Are the no regrets, and ways forward just for PC?

What did happen to our true and honest being?

Questions, I have questions, don't you see?

I am sure there's pain, and there's some sorrow

In each of our lives that needs to be seen

And heard, not always put on mute for tomorrow;

The camera turned off, hiding how I've truly been.

For when we ask "how are you", we don't want to know

For real, and if they did tell, would we even care?

So, all we do is let our best backgrounds glow

Blur them a bit and touch up some more: seems fair.