Their voice drew a crowd,

Eyes piercing abound,

We are the Keepers of Peace,

The Fighters of Justice,

The Protectors of the Innocence.

Or at least that’s what I was told.

They’re just pixels on a screen.

Fictional persons in front of me.

If they do not exist in the physical world,

Why do I care for them?

In front of the mirror,

Let the dissection begin.

Comparing bodies to mine,

Reminiscing on yesterday's looks.

If this is what the future holds,

Then the route that is left hidden is superior.

It should be, it must be.

It will be.

When I look around,

I see my fears reflected.

A future that seemed farfetched,

Now an apocalyptic reality.

I do not want to be here.

I want to be free!

I know I can be free!

But I cannot.

TRIGGER WARNING: Topics of Abuse and SA!

She welcomed all with open arms.

Provided for the less fortunate.

Help those looking for better.

Her bleeding heart is seen as weak,

For they seek to make her a victim.

Take a moment.

Take a pause.

Stop and be present.

Feel the serenity and ease,

The quiet and comforting spirits.

Her eyes glow with an intensity to rival the sun,

Her hair becomes braided whips,

Her nails grow to make claws like vultures.

She has never looked so awe-inspiring,

So intimidating, so stunning.

Terror, Threats, Tribalism:

These are what you use to fuel the fire.

A fire you create to keep yourself in power.

But a fire must always be fed to burn bright.