Cage

Assumption is a deadly vice; presumption is never ending disappointment. Delusion is possibility, illusion is a world in itself, gratification is sorrowful, attachment is fatal, confusion is entrapment, and here I am with uncontrollable emotion resulting in all of these.

Perhaps we believe normality is completion of our abnormal existence however we are unsure what the word implies; if such placates our insecurities for a complicated society then we fool only ourselves. Nobody sees what we show as reality; they are in a play we do not perceive to be theatrical. We wonder what purpose is an act; what motivates ours?

Some of us would prefer to imitate audio and visual. The imbalanced conclusion hides from ears and eyes.

We ask if anybody knows what each of us experiences but if we tell anybody the mask is revealed; we will suffer the deception somehow requested by our own self so we suffer alone.

Lashing out is unacceptable but expected; frustration of demise becomes violent when all other methods of reasoning fails. The participants of the farce will seemingly if not factually instigate a situation in which we are held responsible; our feelings clarify what cannot be kept inside thus actions are consequence.