Society’s Cell

I'm constrained in society's chains. My ankles are connected to the floor. My breath is stale. My eyes are empty. The world is making me out to be just like the rest of them, slaves. The process is long but apparently worth it. However hearing these words a thousand times makes me wonder if I am. I can't believe in what's real because if I do then the world has successfully gained and yet lost another victim. But that's the plan all along. To strain us all along to become something we're not and to have it end in an instant, and yet the whole time it was agonizing. The pain goes on day after day. When you wished you could've been a pirate or princess or a Sith Lord, and all you've become is dead. You live mechanically until the end. And your steps are choreographed to the very twitch of your eye. You're forced to live out the years wondering if you were ever enough. And as you get older you realized your life was wasted, on an effortless planet to achieve peace. But its okay, you just did your homework and got good grades.