The truth was never real. Her life was structured like a film set, displayed as a happy character. Realities masked, and illusions amplified- their lies were white, maybe not even described as a lie, since they evaded answering on topic. She grew to believe in truth, raised to not lie- but to only learn she was raised by lies. The biggest contradiction, and her meaning of life and her purpose. It burned with hot embers in her mind, the standards she was held to, then learned just how much her punishers were the punishment worthies. To sit in a church with a private preaching, being gospelled of her potential sin, and punished as if. A sentences served, with no crime committed. Those hot embers began to spread through, her veins scalded like hot glowing webs under her skin. The feeling of betrayal and confusion caught in her throat. The only evil done, was the one pointed at her. A young woman, raised to be in a world she would never survive because it didn’t exist. Dammed if she wizened up to the reality, and the same fate if she surrendered to the fabricated.