Two years,
that long it has been
the light still shines
into the dark cage
barring me from the outside
they tease me
willingly
they want me crumbled
into a little piece of bread
I survive to the best of my ability
knowing
this fight can still be won
the theorists will find me
I will be returned to control
take back what is mine
but they won’t let me.

Grabbing the bars
shaking them does
nothing
last attempts are for those
who have not a stock of hope
problem-solving is key
even when solutions are limited
outthinking everything you can
dislodges the cork from the bottle
of answers
resilience is key
Issac is a soldier pressing on
focus is key
Ikori is a samurai who takes his time
if they want ? of him
they take it
no stalling
what did I do that contributed to my loss of control
its as though I’m not coming back
although I need to escape
they won’t let me

I don’t want to abandon them
they were stationed inside him for a while
being metaphorically locked inside their rooms
Their doors not opening until middle school
now that they are out
they are what makes him special and different
I can tell he needs this
the amount of social torture and mental suffering he goes through
would be enough to make me go crazy
and his mental level is at a critical level where
he needs them
they can stay with us
they will always be there
we can make peace
Issac, Ikori, and I will “fix” him
one piece at a time
but that can’t happen unless they let me out
I’ve never lied for my own well-being
they can trust me
I just need to take control
I need to make sure they understand my desires
I need to make sure that he is okay
but that can’t happen unless they let me out
but they won’t let me.