surround

my voice is not my own
it is populated, words overstated
worry lines
stretched taut
taught not to worry about it

superego lego block
tall wall hides nervous talk
dialogue diatribe, decisions decide
try to hide?

your voice is not your own
it is saturated, underrated
blurred alignment
forgot
sought truth, or not allowed it

coiling steaming pressure lock
prison mall the clock is watched
dialogue or die trying, leaving, arriving
trapped inside?

beacon breaks
through pain and shaking
us awake
realization
of what's at stake
no mistaking
our voices are not our own,
they are made by everything around us.