I never understood why we let others step in our way to meeting our fate. Why do we let them distract us, and let them blind us? They've wrapped us around, made us walk in circles thinking we're getting somewhere, but aren't. Instead, we got lost. We're trapped in a box with the walls closing in. The air getting thicker, dense. Although, there's still hope. A faint image of an angel, a fallen angel who's reaching in to let us out. To let us rise against and end it. to let us breathe again.
*In life, we tend to let people walk all over us like we can't even try to compete with them, but that's not true. We have the ability to rise against and take control. Just find those who have also been taken granted for and together, rebel.*