What have they done to me?
What would have become of my life ...
If they’d not intervened
Or is this pre-ordained ….?
Since the early years
For as long as I can remember
They’ve been there
Manipulating
Observing
Intervening
Aware of my every move
Like the laboratory rat
I have been analysed
My life within a translucent orb
My five senses in someway connected
So they feel, hear, see, taste and smell
The same as I do.
My DNA spliced and changed
Manipulated
My consciousness a hybrid
Not the same as the norm
I know because I don’t think the same
Or see the same
Or react in the same way
As all the mortals around me
And this is no myth for me
This is solid reality
The way its been since I was a young child
Protected from harm
Like the cat with nine lives
Until the time the tests began
Then trauma descended into this life
And the changeling was born
My mind manipulated
Fragmented
Compartmented
Changed
My awareness sensitised
My telepathic faculties awakened
Tracking and control installed
I was consciously aware of it taking place
Manifestations
Visitations
The norm for me in this life
But
I am not aware
Of the reasons why
What is it they expect of me
What is it I approach
For there is something placed within my subconscious
Something of worth to they
I feel nurtured
And programmed
And pushed
Into a certain direction
My life not made by my own free will
But contrived
Like a rat being forced through a maze
Along the corridors the observer requires
For trauma is the torture
Which ensures I journey exactly where they require
This is no myth
So real in this life which is mine
Both benevolence
And malevolence
Intervene
Interact
With me
I see myself as a changeling
A hybrid
A myth breaker
Because I have the words of the truth
On my lips
And I am not afraid to speak out
And let others know
What is really going on ….
