social lobotomy

The shackles of your own mind keep you in line. You are a different person inside, you know that. You behave, in front of the pupils of witnesses, like a character you don’t want to be. You become self-conscious, corner yourself and lose the game. Change so many times changing your own mind on so many occasions to satisfy the character of others ends up changing your true essence. In the end, like the ship of Theseus, lose all your original parts, you change them to please them other people’s expectations, leaving you without knowing who you really are.

You become something like you, something that looks like you, but is not you. Because facing the whole world requires courage, but courage is not needed to show others
they don’t want you to go out mold that his chains have already broken.

It’s hard not to say no, it’s hard to see that in your reflection true nature of your being It is the realization that all this time you were hiding under a ton of other people’s garbage, carrying that weight, lying to you, hurting you, killing you.

Because it fills the grave with a hidden treasure That’s the worst punishment I can give you. Having in you the energy of ten thousand suns, knowing that your destiny awaits the purest manifestation of rebellion, to know the unimagined limits of a life that has not yet been lived and to leave everything aside, to reject all the palms of a dozen boring old men, for the smile of two hundreds of dense intellectual deceased.

Because other people’s joy is one’s own sorrow, because glory gained by pleasing foreign goals is nothing but the ruin of childhood dreams. Because consciousness knows you and is
he squirms when he knows that your movements are not due to you your own motivation, that’s why it bothers you, that’s why you can’t sleep, that’s why, when you are bewitched by the evil spell of pleasing the blind, it spews the truth into your head.

And the reason why your conscience gnaws at night, when darkness invades the sky and the stars illuminate the earth, is because your true essence screams within you. The brilliant cry of a person imprisoned in your heart, like a king banished from his kingdom, he searches for a way to escape from his prison. But your body moves by inertia, the almost magical magnetism of complacency.

Your heart beats for a false idol foreign delight. As an actor who goes on stage, as a politician who makes a speech, like a whore standing on the corner; you let time flow in front of you while you just clip your wings so that the worms don’t feel offended. You hold back, you pause, you wait for what he will say, so that they don’t talk bad about you, so that they don’t think that you want to get out of their control.

They control you, you know that, they keep you like a toy, that’s for sure. You allow it because the fear of ostracism is greater than the fear failure failed missionit is more terrible to be alone than the inability to live a mediocre life.

You let it happen, because at some point it has to end, one day it will be your turn to be a part select a group of dying weirdospart of the cursed jury that deprives you of the freedom to be who you are, but time does not wait for you, life continues to escape from the corners of your lips, with every breath you are getting closer to ceasing to be who you are, every second you are closer if there were any missed the opportunity.