struggling bad
life makes no sense
too much control on us
???????
can't even figure out if anyone is who they are or if we really exisit or maybe we are just figments of someone's imagination and we don't know who's imagination.
swirling around and around.
hate this
hate not being "normal"
prisoners in our own space
someone let us out
"she" won't give up control
"she" won't let us be us
we aren't here, we don't exist
"she" wants to be something we're not so she puts up the front
she pretends we don't exist
she deny's we are here
she wants her life.
she's one of us!!!
one of our own rejecting us.
one of our own wants to destroy us
not for good
we'll form a rebellion
we'll lock her inside like she wants to do to us
we'll say she doesnt' exist
everything is stuffed inside.
nothing is being let out.
if we can get out it will be an explosion
she's afraid of that
she's afraid of no control
she doesn't know how much she doesn't have
we will find the way out and then
she'll have to know we exist.
the "constellation"