Promises of a bright future are pledged to us; a future of endless possibilities and privilege is shown. We will enlighten you with our gold batons and entrancing knowledge, they say. Yet my heart cracks after every storm they hurl…
They build a maze for us to solve, they build a puzzle so we find ourselves lost. They promise a pair of supportive hands, yet they are camouflaged by truth so bitter.
The truth is a cold, harsh creature that crawls within us...it weighs heavy on our shoulders…
The same gold baton’s pointed to drive us over the edge...until we feel the darkness creep in from the edge of our tilted minds. Their same entrancing knowledge is used to cause stabs of pure anxiety to set our souls alight. Their pair of supportive hands are camouflaged through their lies; they wring our necks as their grubby claws leave their gruesome marks behind.
Their promises mean nothing, as their lies leave us in a gaping hole. Their labyrinth of deception leaves us bare; as the creatures of incompetence grows in our hearts.