We are the ones. We are the ones who can see inside because we are outside. We can see when just minor tweaks have been made; small cosmetic changes. We know they’ve changed because we have spoken up; because we’re not silent. They’re not fooling us.
The questions still bother us, like a buzzing mosquito in our ear: Are they evil? Bad people? Malicious intent? The questions come and go bouncing like a buoy in the water, keeping us sane. They come to us because we’re outside now; we’re no longer inside. But they are still inside our heads telling us to be silent, that we’re rebellious, that we are listening to the Devil.
It’s simply not true. We’re outside but we struggle and then we gain ground and then we’re haunted by dreams of them–their faces, their teachings–and then we can finally breathe and rest in peace. And the cycle begins again.