Like the deceit of "The Good Place", am I actually in hell?
"Trapped in a Body's Cruel Grasp" My body, a prison, a violent home Where pain and fatigue, their torment reigns strong Beating me down, with every step and every fall Leaving bruises on my soul, and scars that never heal at all I try to rise, to shine, to let my talents soar But my body, the perpetrator, knocks me to the floor It gaslights me, a master manipulator, making me doubt my own mind "You're fine, you're strong, just push through, leave your weakness behind" But the pain, a relentless drumbeat, wears me down A constant reminder, I'm trapped in this body's cruel town I search for escape, a way to break free But my body, the jailer, holds me captive, relentlessly I believe in equality, in justice, and in rights In dismantling systems of abuse, and shining light on darkest nights But I'm trapped in my own hell, a victim of my own flesh A hypocrite, who preaches freedom, but can't escape my own mess In this domestic war,...