Breaking Into Prison

Well, I’m finally back! I have a life again. Or, no life again. Anyway, that’s a good thing. I have time to write now. In the last three days I’ve written 5,000 words on a random piece I came up with on an overnight epiphany.
Enough rambling, this post is for my piece for Inspiration Monday this week:
Breaking Into Prison
On the outside looking in.
Constant noise, indistinguishable from a distance. Never ending whispers, gossipy conversations. One wrong step could ruin anybody. Imprisoned in their world of requirements and fettered by their lies. ‘It’s all fake,’ someone says. But they’re wrong. This is very real. The liars who created this world are so caught in it that they’ve become exactly what they say they are. Just remember, everything comes at a cost.
When you look away, it’s easy to remember why you hate them all. Consumed with their own appearance of perfection. You and I don’t look away often though. Looking away means tearing your eyes off the utopia they represent, and returning your gaze to the hell they live.
Getting in among them isn’t hard. Drift along the sidelines being perfect until someone notices you. They devour a chance to be like you, because you and I still appear perfect to them. They need your perfection as much as we need air.
Don’t fall for their lies.
Breaking into prison is easy.
Getting out is the hard part.