CATARACTS

No!!!!!!

I wanna leave but I can't.

I'm not really sure it's can't or don't.

it tears me down every minute I exist.

I sometimes get tired of everything.

Like I could be a princess waiting for my

knight in shining armor to come save me.

When it appears, it's an angel.

But a demon in absence yet present.

An essence that causes me defects.

I hold on fast when we go on high rides.

The moment he drops me, it's nightmares.

To probably the world, it's a norm.

A savage excuse for a slaver solace.

if you do not see my woes,

I'd better put you out of your misery.

I have decided and decided have I.

My freedom will I buy from me alone.

I gave you too much credit.

When you do not even possess;

The death to which I hold life.

You're no longer going to hide.

You heard me! You hide.

You're a coward and a hypocrite.

You don't fight head on.

Your interactions are abstract squares of fair.

Through this, you thus possess;

An abstract weapon of fear.

A weapon that won't win you a victory.

A slumber that only helps you in hypnotics.

An unreliable friend; you have made.

But remember,

For every captive, there is an El-dorado.

That which has its own bane.

A position that guarantees freedom.

Behold! The light at the end of the chasm.

You're not even an abyss.

But you like representations.

For this, I humor you.

Your projector; I lose its image.

I've come to terms.

Those which suffer me no mystery.

A place of truth and comfort.

For once I was blind, Now I see.