They all try to get the best out of you and destruction is surely for then the rest out of you.
They don't wanna keep you safe or make you feel comfortable to deal with, all they want is to get their profits and live happily by making you- an old pillar,
which used to have shining crystals on its surface, which have been snatched out because they shined too bright, and they burnt the candles around them.
As if it was a nightmare, some thieves or demons from hell came out and robbed your best qualities or robbed your best ever feeling or robbed your worst experience,
while getting kicked off from everyone towards loneliness.
You're a dripping pillar from a cloister and some pillars got jealous of what you had. And they left all the burden on you, all the weight and all the words that might hurt you.
They painted horrifying black and blue murals on you,
instead of the walls just behind 'cause you have ran outta crystals and it was restless for them to let you have emptiness or rest in peaceful broad hallways as they feel obsessed when
you're not sad or feeling bad. They want you to look ugly so that EVERYONE HATES YOU THE WAY YOU ARE MADE BY OTHERS.
I know it's hard to resist when there's so much on your head but if you're a single unit in a whole cloister,
you must leave reasonably concluding that you don't fit well and you try to find some new places which are more suitable.
There are other pillars with whom we can fit. Even if we don't fit in our families or friends.
We may go quiet and keeping no expectations or intentions from or for them, search for what we want to have as YOU CAN REBUILD WHAT'S BROKEN ONLY WHEN PARTS AND TOOLS AGREE.