They knew. They knew what they were doing.
Come here and make yourself useful
instead of sitting there
staring into space all day
And despite it they kept on
No, don't shuffle over
Walk with a straight back
Head up. Be confident.
because i couldnt
Crack the eggs
stop them from destroying those foundations
No, idiot, crack it on the edge,
how many times have I told you
Stop crying
Stop making yourself into a victim
You're not the victim here
Leave
You've made enough of a mess already
... My resistance.
Poisoning
Where do you think you're going!?
but nourishing
Take your pills
with a new substance
About the only thing you can do
that loses the stability of i
Your dumbness astounds me
they jumped to take over
eagerly
into this thinking, rational entity supposedly inside the convoluted grey matter
that they say i possess,
(but some of they don't
Can't do something as simple as cracking open an egg...
How will you live...
they don't like agreeing, do they?)
They're right, you know
You're dumber than an autistic
wrapped in duct tape.
But it's not grey,
It's pink and it's white-
(Autistics are not dumb!)
-and it's meant
to function
properly
or so they say
they seeped
what was me
I remember, you know.
they say i have amnesia
Do you?
"Autistics are not dumb!!"
YOU ARE READING
they wonder
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