Politics and Their Endless Conniving Words

Wiring circuits filling the walls

the occasional shock stings my arms with each twitch i give into

I've been under for what feels like weeks

my skin, i cant feel

my eyes can only roam under the thin layer of skin that cover them

my ears never stop their ringing

i want to answer it by closing them with my hands

but my arms stay stuck to the table

my skin tears at every try to move them

im held down by straps of plastic, tight

so tight around my waist and chest

how do they think they can keep me alive?

If only my will power could determine whether i could die or not

but wishful thinking will get me no where

It's useless

I'm useless

am i some sort of test?

a victim of an experiment?

my brain is the only thing that is working on its own

i can think all i want, but I'm not going anywhere

and here is where i'll stay

I wish...

I wish to be deaf.
I wouldn't have to worry about what others say, i wouldn't understand what listening means, nor would i care. Because even though things in this life are worth listening to, such as the gentle strum of a guitar or the wind brushing through a tree, it can be ruined, destroyed by the voices of men. Careless remarks, meaningless words that catches the ear on fire. I want to run around and scream when I'm being burned, but i just take it in and ignore the smell of burnt flesh. It doesn't hurt that much from an enemy, compared to a friend. Then some, i call my friends; but the never answered question of that, lingers and rots.
I wish to be blind.
So i couldn't see their judgmental faces. Those eyes that scan through your being and curse you for being you. I would give up my view of the ocean, skies and full bloomed flowers; not to share a glance with them.
I tried to be like them. Fake. Live by what they think is right.
But in realization i can't. I wish not to be hypercritical, and yet now i am.
Perhaps all this wanting of mine makes me just like them.
Is this not what they hurt for? For acceptance among their own kind? To push others down as their footstools so they could take a higher stand.
More than anything...
I wish to be their opposite.