There’s no hope or beauty in this mess.
Just dishonesty and corruption and people trying to be “their best”.
So what’s left in this petty torment?
My existence is covered up but everyone’s for it.
I wish I could rise up and break out of this cage, I’m sick of being trapped and having to look at life their way.
But if this is life, then everyone’s doomed.
You can’t live a life tearing others down, there’s no room to live through a truth so misconstrued.
So as I try to figure out a way to break free, I’ll hope the ones who plan this petty slavery learn that this isn’t me, it’s what they bring with their blinded army.