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and I...
they said I am..
and so, I am..

~~~~~~

I'm the little boy in the room who doesn't speak. You know the one.
I wear a plastic smile because mommy and daddy were drinking again last night.
But you wouldn't know it..

And I have a toy. Well it's a teddy bear, but he's nice to me. He's the one who tells me it's okay.
That everything will be okay the next day.
You wouldn't know it by looking at me, but I've cried.

I've cried and shut my eyes to drown it out. Their shouting and shouting. It echoes through my bones. And his fist hits her face. And I'm sad. I want to go away. Anywhere. Anywhere but here.
So I wear my plastic face. My eyes on paper. They won't look at you. These are afraid eyes. Sifting through the endless words we're read. I've stood inside for recess because I'm afraid to go outside.

They say I'll grow up one day.
Maybe I will. Who will I be then?

The one who's up late, at the bars drinking to excess. Tries drugs to escape the lies he's fed.
The one who's in love with danger. Setting fires. Crawling just an inch away from disaster? I'm bad.

I know.
Fuck the world. This hated, small world of evil faces.
I draw in the bathroom, eager to spew out my lies from last night into the toilet.
I'm addicted, you see.
What was done to me, created me you see.

And even now..
They say you'll grow out of it.
But I still see him, and her in drunken rage. And I sit there, in my room blocking it out with hyper temper.
Point me to a gun. I need one.

Just to calm me down. A bullet through the head, it's no loss.
I'll just bleed here, on the floor. Waiting for the rushing of the ambulance sounds to stop.
See, they died that night. I didn't watch. I just heard.

Those stupid people..
With their fake talk. How they're so sorry...
I can see right through your fake words..
It's all bullshit.

So here I am again..
Jail, it was this time.
The guy wouldn't shut up.. So I shut him up. It was more boring than anything..
I put a knife in his heart. Blank, void face.
No emotion. Just an attraction to the dead..

White walls. Straight jacket..
Tell me now what's real. I bleed too. Outside.
Self-harm. Coke. Pills. Fuck it. Anything I can get my hands on..

It's all lies. When you think about it.
We're fucked.

That's why I'm not speaking.
With my little toy. It's just a teddy bear.
But he tells me it'll be okay..

And he was right.

Hehe... He was right..
Laugh. One. Blank stare. Two.

What would you do?..

~End~

Description
and I...
they said I am..
and so, I am..

~~~~~~

I'm the little boy in the room who doesn't speak. You know the one.
I wear a plastic smile because mommy and daddy were drinking again last night.
But you wouldn't know it..

And I have a toy. Well it's a teddy bear, but he's nice to me. He's the one who tells me it's okay.
That everything will be okay the next day.
You wouldn't know it by looking at me, but I've cried.

I've cried and shut my eyes to drown it out. Their shouting and shouting. It echoes through my bones. And his fist hits her face. And I'm sad. I want to go away. Anywhere. Anywhere but here.
So I wear my plastic face. My eyes on paper. They won't look at you. These are afraid eyes. Sifting through the endless words we're read. I've stood inside for recess because I'm afraid to go outside.

They say I'll grow up one day.
Maybe I will. Who will I be then?

The one who's up late, at the bars drinking to excess. Tries drugs to escape the lies he's fed.
The one who's in love with danger. Setting fires. Crawling just an inch away from disaster? I'm bad.

I know.
Fuck the world. This hated, small world of evil faces.
I draw in the bathroom, eager to spew out my lies from last night into the toilet.
I'm addicted, you see.
What was done to me, created me you see.

And even now..
They say you'll grow out of it.
But I still see him, and her in drunken rage. And I sit there, in my room blocking it out with hyper temper.
Point me to a gun. I need one.

Just to calm me down. A bullet through the head, it's no loss.
I'll just bleed here, on the floor. Waiting for the rushing of the ambulance sounds to stop.
See, they died that night. I didn't watch. I just heard.

Those stupid people..
With their fake talk. How they're so sorry...
I can see right through your fake words..
It's all bullshit.

So here I am again..
Jail, it was this time.
The guy wouldn't shut up.. So I shut him up. It was more boring than anything..
I put a knife in his heart. Blank, void face.
No emotion. Just an attraction to the dead..

White walls. Straight jacket..
Tell me now what's real. I bleed too. Outside.
Self-harm. Coke. Pills. Fuck it. Anything I can get my hands on..

It's all lies. When you think about it.
We're fucked.

That's why I'm not speaking.
With my little toy. It's just a teddy bear.
But he tells me it'll be okay..

And he was right.

Hehe... He was right..
Laugh. One. Blank stare. Two.

What would you do?..

~End~