Ego broken. Self esteem evolved. Fought against my nature 'cause humans got it wrong. This sickness. They call it survival of the fittest. It isn't. It's systematic extinction. Focused on what others see no sense in seeing. We've destroyed our rivals to sit atop the throne of an empty kingdom. Survival's been internalized. It's an existential fight. I am humanity. My sanity's become the price. I was shown the cusp. Opened up. Refused to sew the cut. Acted as if I hadn't existed before utopia. Battled to see the good in every monster society painted. Poured myself through cracks. Empathized with hatred. I couldn't have just faked it. I had to touch and taste it so I could know its placement. Got lost between the spaces. My mirrors had no faces. Who am I among this matrix? Memories and stories rattle in my breathing. Try to label what I've felt by drawing parallels to Jesus, but no one will ever see it. Even you can only read it.
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