when the veneer has been removed
when the paint has been stripped
when we’re all naked
staring into a void
desperate for approval
to be seen,
felt,
heard,
validated —
“i am a person
worthy of existing.”
and instead
all we see staring back
are smiling, polished faces
unable to return our gaze
like a two-way mirror.
and the person being interrogated
is you
by you
as to why,
wait,
no —
as to how
we’ve allowed ourselves
to fall so deeply into this hole
that we no longer
remember
who we were
before we crawled in…
…
but then we remember
that it’s not our fault
that it’s been engineered like this
by people
dead set
on one goal:
manipulation,
control,
domination.
…
sometimes we forget
freedom is an option…
or maybe more aptly:
sometimes we forget
which option
is freedom.
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