Have you ever tried to save someone? Have you ever been offended when your gracious hand was shooed away? It's only natural. After all, how could someone so clearly buried in woes scoff at a shovel?
If only to advocate for that prideful devil, have you never been saved yourself? Have you never been offered salvation, safety, and sanctuary in exchange for conformity? There's nothing inherently wrong with it, is there? Every institution has it's rules. Every team has its uniform. Every family has its traditions.
What you call suppression, I call cleansing. You see my shelter as my shame. How could I interlace my soiled fingers with your righteous digits? You mock me; call me a distorted reflection of yourself after a few wrong turns.
Do you truly want to save me? Do you care if I'm lost?
Guide my vessel. I dare you to try. I assume you'll meet a similar fate- spitting venom at the smug and the fortunate.