Trapped In Hell

They are the cause of all my problems,

he thought, experiencing an illusory epiphany.

If they'd disappear, I would be free,

I would stop being unhappy and whiny.

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I have Heaven in me,

and they're my Hell - right, Jean-Paul? - .

I could be everything I wanted

if they'd leave that stupid earthly ball!

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They don't let me decide for myself,

pushing me toward paths I don't choose.

Their existence is an obstacle;

so many opportunities I lose!

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They have different viewpoints than mine;

how can one see things differently than I do?

My palette is the only true one for the world's canvas.

I used it for the harmonious self I drew…

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But, since they are here, what can I do?

How can I handle so many unnecessary existences?

Maybe I could be their King

to break down all these stubborn resistances.

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That's it, yes, my amazing self!

But, how can I become the King of this Ball?

Someone has to help me impose myself on them.

Damn! I need some of "the others" after all…

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If you swim in Instagram's ocean, you'll find me somewhere here, on a raft like the one Odysseus had.

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Anthi Psomiadou - CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives