I sometimes question my validity. Question my meaning if I'm apparently just a wall or cockblock in everyone's way. 

Do I give a shit what people say or think about me? 

No. 

Does that mean I'm some indestructible tower that keeps everything in and can be knocked down no matter what happens on the outside? 

No.

The city behind these walls is slowly catching on fire and it makes you wonder how long till it all crashes and burns. How long till everything has to be rebuilt again after the fires were put out. I thought the fire had burned out after the second time in 10 days but apparently three in the charm. 

Three is the charm when city final realised that this is an inside job. No one can do anything about it. No one can stop the flames if they get too big. No one can stop the messed up brain than keeps the city running. The thoughts that keep running through don't even belong to the ruler. They just come and fuck things up. Grasp onto every little thing and make every citizen question why did they move here in the first place. There's no one here to help them with the fire and they are eventually just going to get hurt by the flames. The only thing that seemed to help last time was fighting fire with fire but that doesn't seem to be the case any more. Everything just keeps getting louder and louder. Everything from the past few years is adding up. The city is a mess and it getting burnt to the ground slowly and slowly. Not everything is as fine as it seems. We try to get help from neighbouring countries but they seem to just be ages away. They take our pleas as a joke. A simple plea for help taken as a sarcastic monotoned joke. 

The city hasn't been built for long. The city came from somewhere but they can't go an tell the King and Queen that the city is a complete mess because they want to remain a city and not be a town or a few peasants on a vast piece of land. They try to make everything seem fine. Show them that they don't need to worry and everything is going fine. 

When all the want is for someone to talk to them. Like actually have a full-on conversation. Someone to hug them. Someone to comfort them and help them through the burning fires. The burning fire that just keeps burning. It may be an inside job but it just won't stop. It just keeps burning and burning. As it travels through the streets affecting every little thing, every section of work destroying the infrastructure and way of life as we know it. 

Don't let the flames burn on till the city is desolate and broken.

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*Not reviewed

9/10/2020

~Anna●