They smash my dreams and fantasies
So escaping the harsh paranoia consumes my life
Becoming an everlasting nightmare

They pierce my eyes with razor-sharp needles
Living is like a misty haze of gloomy, velvet confusion

They bleed my ears with brainwashing, propaganda
It is impossible to hear
The whispers of my deepest inner thoughts

They sew my lips shut tight with a painful, metallic thread
Uttering even a tone of resentment
Drains all my energy

They scorch my frail hands with apathy
Even the most delicate cherry blossom
Seems brittle to my touch

They lash at me with their venomous tongues
It is useless to heal from the agony

They strip me of my image
My reflection is a mirage
That creeps away from my reality

Then...

They drench me with "cleansing fluids"
So all my impurities cease to exist

They present me like a piece of Monet's art
With a frame fashioned with Waterford china
I am displayed as a lifeless, Victorian marionette
For unfamiliar eyes to gaze upon my perfection

After that...

They blame me for their own suffering
I am crushed with a massive guilt
I am incapable of understanding

I am, too, a human being
Exploding with passion and fury

I am not a puppet

I am a rebel
Defying against the wrath of malicious sea nymphs
Empowering myself to rise above the dense, murky waters of helotry

I create my own destiny
And destroy the corroded chains of your resentment

I am free,
A creature of my own perfection
Not yours!
 
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