Words on a Page

I am trying to write through the negativity and rage that I am feeling. It creates a state where I, and only I, have the power to overcome all of you. Come to the table or you will feel sorry for yourself the rest of eternity. Death is not in the cards, torture is. It is the only thing that you all are trained in. It is all you want to be. You come towards me and act all mighty for change. Voices in your head, or lines of thought, say that I am STRANGE and you back away. Look in the mirror and see whose face you see. Are you happy with our "democracy?" Do you laugh or have fun on a daily basis? How encouraged are you to perform and create new types of artistry or fusion of scientific thoughts? When will you all see what is about to be? Stop coming at me and be your own entity. Any joke I make goes VIRAL negativity within 18 hours. How much do you who I am writing to, feel like MINIONS today? Doesn't the joking toy bring you peace in your rage at their deceit? Can you laugh away any TERROR you may have felt today? Why can't you just divert your gaze and just tell me that I look pretty today? I now commit to being ADORABLE ME once again.