Completely broken
No will to exist
Haunted by a penitentiary
Of ill-conceived notions
The quest for perfection
Tainted by imperfections
Leaves you empty

Drown your sorrows
Wear your masks
Pretend you’re okay
Escape from reality
It’s what everyone else does

Assert yourself
Stop giving in
Do not conform
Follow your dreams
Stop allowing them to dictate
Your life

Or you will wake up
Wondering who or
Even what you are
Weighed down by the consequences
Of all those decisions
You were too weak not to make

Communication terminated by the Authority. The C.E.O. of the Powers-That-Be. A not-so-distant cousin of Big-Brother. An enemy of all that is creative.