Spectaculariousity

I suppose I should thank you. For really listening. For making a few small changes. Enough to offer a true escape. A way out. Although, one with a time limit. For once, I was glad for that. Dreading, yet there was no alternative. An escape that was merely a journey in disguise. One that required a return. One that had to be faced alone. One that couldn't be punctured. Destroyed. Transformed. One that wouldn't make me stronger. Wouldn't change anything at all. Couldn't even. One that was filled with paranoia. Paranoia that would never have made sense. The situation didn't call for it. Paranoia, yet wonder. Wonder that would never have made sense. Wonder that was without a reason. There was no reason to turn around. No reason to have let that thought cross my mind. Once. Twice. More than necessary. More than I would have liked. Only, exactly what I would have needed. Exactly what never happened. And exactly what will never happen again. For lack of qualifications... among other things.

Confinement

Your voice is overpowering. Blocking out all other thoughts. Covering the only one who dares to oppose you. Only. Your opposer is much smaller. One voice. Small actions. That will never be a suitable match for you. You and your choir of hate. Your chants that send shivers down my spine. You don't belong here. Your cause is unjust. Turning once innocent bystanders into a mess of followers. What. Have. You. Done. You've created fear with the mere power of words. I'm afraid to speak. To look. Anywhere but down. I just want to walk faster. Closer to my escape. To silence. To safety. To freedom. To speak my own words. Releasing my inner thoughts. In my foreign, forbidden language.