I am an unwritten book

I am an unwritten book, a blank canvas, an undefined being. I am a writer – insanity condemnation coursing through my open veins, bleeding the words of my life. I have uncovered a life secret…a secret that has helped shape who I have become so far. Oh such a secret should not be spread so widely; for if everyone knows, what good is it to have a kept secret in the first place? I hold my secret safe, no matter the consequence.
So let’s see what I have been shaped into thus far. I have been used as a mannequin…molded into something others wanted me to become, not what I hoped to be. I was clothed into perfection by the eyes of society, fed poison by the hands of fate, and bathed in a chemical bath.
I underwent an internal surgery. Parts of me were taken out, added, and changed. Yet through all of this, my soul remained the same. These “doctors” tampered with my heart and it broke, they spilled my guts. It’s the severity of the damage that frightens me. Deep cuts, cauterized veins, my organs thickly covered with formaldehyde. I fear this perfected society. Who have we all become? We are now depicted figures of how the perfect people should be. How do we change this? Well, that’s the secret that cannot yet be revealed.
Maybe it’s true that nobody can change someone else unless that person wants to change but then again, maybe there’s an influential part of everyone that gives them the desire for such change. No matter how content one is with oneself, there’s still room for change…for improvement. It’s this lacking in life that gives people the opportunity to undergo this horrific surgical operation that changes the personality and appearance of a person. An individual is turned into a different person, a split personality of what they are, and what they were morphed into. We go through a mutilation of the mind, as sick as that may sound, that removes sections of who we are and inserts devices of whom we must be in order to be accepted by social figures.
Despite the changes I underwent, I found I was not alone. People everywhere were being drawn in by false promises of a better future and undercover lies about the quality and benefits of a surgical procedure. Within this community, there were trained technicians in the field of the talents we hoped to gain by undergoing this complex surgery. Us who saw what we were becoming gathered amongst ourselves without telling the rulers of our “new and improved” society to find a way to break free of the binds of this trance.