It's the guilt.
That is what is eating you alive.
From the inside, deep within your heart and soul buried under all the burdens. Expectations. Rules. Norms.
It speaks to you
How dare you.
How dare you react. How dare you be a victim of human nature. Are you not aware? To fight those awful feelings and banish those revolting thoughts.
Now if.
Hide and mask don't ever let them out. Those secret of yours, don't ever let them hear. Do not shed a tear do not let out a cry.
Behave.
You will not reach out for a helping hand. You will not utter any trivial words. Not to yourself not to anybody.
Act.
Like you mean it. Because you do. You shall not any other way. Do as you're told. Be humble or be humiliated.
Don't matter.
Even then. Since you will be. Bow down and obey. For an insignificant tiny useless soul like you, has no other purpose.
Don't be ungrateful.
Don't listen to the demons.
They don't know what's best for you?
They do not sacrifice themselves for you?
It's laughable really, because no one does. But that's just your role and your only chance to survive is yo listen and follow.
"They are right, they always are."
Nothing else matters. Absolutely. Nothing.
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