Imagine being trapped your throbbing head in your hands whimpers and puffs of stolen air spilling out of your charged lungs, Poison coating your cracked tongue as you struggle to understand if this is the reality that everyone has become to know, and hate. Being mocked for the tears and burns, pointed at and buried under the blissful stings of hatred. We're all owned in one way or another, our souls beings being stripped away from our broken selves, our skin being melted and boiled till it blisters and collides with the new shell they'd make you wear like an identity or home you never wanted to walk into again. The nasty relationships you keep tight in fear of the dark pit of loneliness they'd drape over you like a blanket without them there. We're all discriminated and pulled down to the earth soil sinking into our nails as we desperately try and get a grip on our reality.
I've never fully had a grip on my own reality.
We're all owned whether we realize this or not, people taking advantages of what we're good at and what we are terrible at, using it to their liking. They rewrite our bodies and our minds like a character that's perfect in every possible way, We as humans are thrown into situations that seem impossible and idiotic, having the expectations to complete the tasks that are risky but terribly lovely. The media and our society tend to ignore this, we ignore all the problems and situations of hunger and debt, sadness, hatred. Its terrible that we don't pay attention to their real world.
I dont remember a time to where i was okay, i haven't been okay for what seems like forever, i play these days like a balancing act that i get just right each time. And sometimes i try writing, to get out what cant pass my paled lips, the words that i cant even spill over the damn I've made in myself. I can say I've let a couple people in who never even deserved to be in my presence, i took away little pieces of my brick walls and they desired to run threw the other walls and break me down..
