A tremulous tumble through thoughts hidden, a ceaseless reflection on nothing but the stale self. “Show me your self” they say, “Show me your self”. To explode would be too easy, to let loose all those bits and pieces, to drown them all with such gruesome revelations. The worst is yet to be realized, the worst is that they cannot drown. They have no lungs to breath with, they absorb your defeat instead. It is nourishment to them, unyielding and stubborn in their way. They turn it around to suit their realities, they pervert it to accommodate their machine, they use it to corrupt their young, and preach it to themselves all day long.
You can not yell loud enough to be heard, you can not matter if you are. People are people.