But we are powerless.
It's called being helpless. They've got us drugged while we stare blankly into a one-way mirror that isn't facing us. We pop stranger admiration like e-pills, and we get hooked from the start. The horrible truth really isn't at the forefront of our minds anymore. I see a list of lies I've given myself. You drink up my lies like sweet punch. But when we cut the cord that feeds you power, the one-way mirror now faces you, and you're staring into the face of the monster you've hidden under the bed for years. Maybe one day the technology will become advanced enough to subdue the beast inside, and on that day, maybe my one-way mirror will show me a human again.