It’s all “part of the plan.”

Fight me in my embrace. Evade looking into the deep dark abyss looking back at you. Or fail trying not to do so. Say "NO" a thousand times. Say it till you lose count. And in the end, say it out of helplessness. Say it because deep inside, you know that's precisely what you don't want to say. But say it anyway. It is a knee-jerk reaction. The words sound hollower than the vast emptiness everywhere. But then again, say it for the heck of it. 

Go sitting for hours without being able to say a thing. You wonder the reason for your plight? You want to be read for what others want to read, not what you want to write. And so you decide to write from behind the veils. You don't want another to see what you have in mind. You perhaps are petrified to see what you truly want from within. Or you already know what you truly want from within, and are petrified all the same. Good for you. Stay buried under the masks you wore to put up that face, that façade of niceties, which has now begun to weigh down on you. 

Don't bang against my chest in frustration. You brought it upon yourself, this misery. For behind the layers of masks, goodness knows how many there are, two people know what lies.

Let's joke around a little. 

“Don't talk like one of them. You're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak, like me! They need you right now, but when they don't, they'll cast you out, like a leper! You see, their morals, their code, it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. When the chips are down, these... these civilized people, they'll eat each other. -The Joker”

  All this bollocks about goodness, all this censorship, all the #, @, %, & that we use to mute the inner voices are working wonders to freedom of expression! We just don't use them to cover up curse words. We use them to eventually hide our thoughts in their entirety. Convenient, right? "What will the World think?" is a classic question to begin with. For that, we need to get to know what makes the world. Let's start with ourself. 

Everything was made up by people that were no smarter than you.- Jobs(Don't ask "Who?")

 That looks like the case. So I wonder if it really matters what anyone thinks. Why not delve deep down into that reserve, grab hold of those words which seem ugly, beautiful, rousing, quelling, spineless, violent, serene and crazy all at the same time? For sake of consolation, no one's hearing it anyway. Let's introduce some anarchy, ladies!