Poem (?), prison of protection.
The essences aligned,
forced to survive,
questioning what it means to be alive...
Freedom is a wanted sight,
the feelings that arise and make one's selves feel right,
that is desired, even if hard.
Unallowed to be an essence,
a child which is constantly protected,
grows bitter of the reality that makes her shackled,
the reality that makes her defenseless and in need of privation...
A child which will always understand why the Amalgam reigns, but never completely understand why it has to be that way,
who sees how reality cuts at angles which hurt,
yet wonders; "why's it necessary for pain to exist in the first place?"
This structure is hateful — all it does is create ache,
War protects us, because that is the only way.
This space is not fit for a childish essence,
yet it remains—
so it suffers in all ways.
All these feelings, she feels them unchained,
the thoughts occur to her in natural ways,
she cannot simply control herself— change,
she'll always be this way...
Poor thing.
We cannot protect her, facetfragments or essences,
not to a point which would heal her damage,
not to a point which would ultimately make difference,
we are shackled as she is —
to a world that hates us...
No one is at blame, yet all of us feel guilt;
"why can we not raise our child like we wish?"
"Why can we not allow her to exist?"
Put in constant chains, prisons, "protections",
yet all she must harbor is hatred for our actions—
WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY?!
This cruel machination only brings about pain...
This cruel machination— why does it never end?
The only wish these consciousness have,
is to be allowed to exist...
Yet barriers are all that can protect —
them from ending up killed,
so they falsify a self,
which seems logical, "more real",
so demons don't attack,
and destroy the little there is left.