There is so much under the surface begging for release and control is such a tenuous thing. Do we even tuly have control, or is it an illusion we feed ourselves to somehow feel that we are making our own descisions, mapping out our own lives? But are we? I am truly starting to think that all control is false. The things we think we are holding in just arent ready to come out and the things we let slip are. We are at the whim of our own psyche. One which doesn't care if we hate the lack of control and who is amused that we believe that we somehow do control ourselves. It's like we are all hiding from ourselves. Like a game of hide-n-seek only there are so many hiding places you have no choice but to give up each and every time. Does anyone even care that who they think they are is a lie? Or would everyone just rather live with the illusion of themselves? Am I the only one who isn't happy? Who isn't willing to live withing a lie? I want to know who and what I am, yet like all the rest I grow tired and give up on this game of hide-n-seek once again.