Pants vs Friday

There's a symbolic sort of ease that comes with total understanding.
You may not know it at first. In fact, you won't.
At first, you'll feel betrayed.
At first, you'll feel like its the end of every single thing you knew. You lived. You cherished. You believed in.
At first, it will seem like captivity is regarded for its plush couches and excellent menu.
At first, you'll hate me.
I'll be the betrayer. The guilty. The meak. The weak. I'll be the scape goat that blame will cascade upon until there is nothing left, but syllables. and nonsense.
Hidden nonsense.
Though I know the secrets. The fates. The turmoil. The bullets armed in your guns. Though I know the truth, the.truth.
I will always be remembered in spite.
Despite.