Dystopia In My Little Utopia

Sane Choice

The curtains fell, the darkness rose,
The world held a breath, waiting to see what I chose,
In front of me were three black doors,
Seemingly same, yet different in subtle ways
Each calling to me, their voices unheard by most.

My feet carry me to the first door,
Opening it slightly, listening to the old groans, I step in,
Suddenly stunned by the quiet discomforting silence,
It seems I am alone, but then I notice the almost unnoticeable presence on the floor,
I realize it's a girl, a veil covering her face,
Her eyes looking up at me through the haze.
Her hands, shaking every now and then as if out of fear, are shackled by heavy chains.
These bound, on her delicate wrist, leaving dark stains.
As I lift the heavy veil, I let out a quiet gasp,
It's my own eyes, looking up at me, as though through a shining glass,
I realise its me, except for the eyes, leaking tears of blood,
And the skin, fairer, yet much more bruised and brittle.
My eyes are drawn to the bright red marring her forehead,
And then it dawns on me,
She has submitted her soul to the Man,
Letting him buy her body & mind, her light and most importantly all her fight.
As I take a step back, the world shouts at me, " Choose this, it's a road well-trodden and safe,
Perhaps the only choice that is sane.
Don't fight this, give in, it's your only destiny."
In horror, I ran out,
This can't.... won't be my destiny, I shout.

I run to the second door, enter it
Thinking anything is better than this,
The room is white, a bit too bright,
But there are spots of red,
A path of blood drawing my attention to the innocent girl,
It's eerie looking again, like through a mirror,
But a vision so starkly different
Her smile, a million dollar smile,
Seems to hold a ironic tilt,
And her eyes, as though she has seen the edge,
Been pushed into the abyss of dark madness,
And yet she returned with a stunning awareness,
Her eyes now hold a mad light,
It seems her soul is free, her eyes too bright,
Then I notice her hands painted in blood, so red,
Painted by the horror that she had inflicted,
I gasped in horror to see the shackles again,
I asked in a shaky voice, "What did you do?"
She said four simple words, simple but horrific, "I won the fight"
The world again shouted, "See you shine so bright,
This is how you shall end your fight,
You are mad for you thought you could stand,
But you shall still end up with shackles in your hand."

I step out, this knowledge weighing me down,
Hesitantly approaching the last door, my face marred with a deep frown,
Thinking what can be worse, feeling ironically curious
Forgetting the previous lessons, I reach for the last door,
Opening it I almost take a step,
But then I hold myself back,
It's a black void, a place so dark,
Nothing could light, no matter how big a spark,
It's the edge of the cliff, a promise ultimate freedom,
Darkness, so numbing, chilling and yet comforting
A silence of silences, a dark overshadowing any other darkness,
It's a space that doesn't discriminate,
It doesn't incriminate,
It doesn't bind you, yet this freedom doesn't feel unconditional,
It's a silence, so final,
My voice lost, among those who eventually came this way,
My existence reduced to nothing, before I even turn the bend,
My path having a sudden,abrupt end,
The now rather familiar voice, the condensing tone of the world,
"Look at your fate,
you are just a small pawn in this funny little game,
You can't fight me, I own you,
Choose this, there is nothing you can do,
You are weak and so is your fight,
I can easily snuff out that light, you think is so bright.
You want to be free from shackles,
well here you are,
In this fight, you won't go far, "

I smile, take a step back,
Turn around and take another step away,
Keeping my head high, address my audience, " You wish to see me choose,
A fate you made for me,
You think you can force me into this,
But you can't,
I own my body, I will continue to own my mind,
I shall forever own myself,
You can't make me choose, for now I vehemently refuse,
I make my own path, I define myself,
I shall fight my fight,
See these doors burn by my light,
I shall walk away from these choices you leave me,
For I shall not let you rule me,
I am my own woman, forever free. "