Dictatorship (Related to the issue in my book)

I am surrounded

surrounded by the world that he has created.

The world that he drew and shaded.

And we are his puppets

We must do as he say

or else there is nothing, but death in our way.

Still there is something inside of me

that's saying this is not right

that there is a different path that can take me to the light.

But he's controlling my thoughts

holding me down 

from loving, thinking, trusting.

But why?

Can't I just get up and deny

what if everything he said was a lie.

If everything is lie

then why are we bowing to his feat

is this the sign of our defeat.

Buy why?

Why do I look in the mirror

and see what he wants me to see.

Can't I just for once see

what I look in reality.