unreality: a means of escape.
a self-fulfilling prophecy.
the means of my unreality control my existence.
i over anaylse and learn to justify belief.
the systems which control me, trap me.
the safety nets which protect me, enslave me.
the panopticon has been birthed
whether accidental
or feudal
is inconsequential
this reality is painful - the scrutiny unbearable
the cathode narcissus is here to be seen by all
a freak show of addiction - WITHOUT needles
the junkies of this generation are socially accepted
we are addicted to norms
my chains are invisible, but yet, they hold.
my cell is of my own creation.
i choose to live this sheltered life of inconsequence.
i choose to be invisible.
because i am afraid.
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