MischiefLord777's Creative Projects

Project 1: Into the Ultrareality

If you think about it,

Isn't childhood is a prison?

Those who believe that childhood is freedom and happiness are stuck in a fantasy,

They're on trial

They're being tested

Constantly watched by the ones who have claimed them

They're being molded,

Brainwashed.

You're born

You're given praise for following the rules

Given treasures

Treated like royalty

In the kingdom you were born into

They watch you grow

They are plotting

They are taking away what makes you, you

No opinions of yours will be heard

Never allowed to disagree?

Everything they say is correct?

Don't you think it strange,

That you're never right

Unless you're right with them?

The treasures you receive,

You crave more don't you?

You’ll do anything to get them?

They've captured you.

You cant break free, can you?

You're greedy for attention and praise,

Aren't you?

They've made you depend on it.

You feel lost without it, don't you?

You are lost.

Growing up is difficult they tell you,

They say they’re trying to prepare you for the world.

The world looked wonderful before, didn't it?

It still does now, but in a different way.

But what if this new world really isn't as wonderful as it seems at the entrance?

In the old world,

The one you forced away,

You would never know anything until you went out and learned it for yourself.

That old world, they say, you’d never be ready for it.

But how do they know?

They don't!

That's what's different about this new world you've fallen into,

You don't learn anything,

Everything learns you.

You’re fed information that will lead you farther away from that world you threw away.

You still think about it sometimes, don't you?

Don't let them know,

You’ll be punished!

You've asked about it, haven't you?

What happened to your face?

You were “fixed” weren't you?

You poor tortured heart.