TL;DR
Can't I matter wo parents? No, there is no punishment for frightening me, nor making me cry. I wish you wouldn't feel so much pride from hurting me, no one cares. I hope you never know what it feels like to be your sister, though that's the only way you'd stop - this combination of utterly trapped yet vulnerable from all directions leaves little room for sanity and hope.
I know who you are, that's why I've always played along and never hoped for the truth. But as I watch my country jump at joy for fascism bc change is that horrible, while the others cannot believe what is happening under their noses - I get it. And I can't sit by and do nothing. I don't know what to do to make it go away, I don't think it can. The tiles were laid hodge podge, or so I thought, before I knew it I'm in a 6 sided cell. They planned and planned and executed and followed through: revel in their hard work!
What I do feel, our demise is inevitable. But I don't have to coat it in chocolate for the bad guys. I'm here to say this is happening. Observe it on a small scale, can't you recognize the fractal? You must. But as we dig our own graves, and maybe our children's too, I will not have a good attitude. I will not let those coming up fall for the same ruse as I. If my voice is punishable bc I want to avoid repeating me — I have no choice, I will voice until I die.
