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How can you say, You know what it's like to be me? You don't know. I don't remember you even ever coming close My brittle, bubble world could cease. Your bubble would keep floating You'd watch me fall. In your ignorance, you have the nerve to the nerve to say, nothing happened to me, to my world. The sun will come out tomorrow. Idiot, it always has. Like anything that has personification, it just favors others more. No, no you don't understand. People only talk now-a-day. How is it, I'm the only one that's escaped Escaped the brainwashing and all the idolicism? I have enough problems dealing with me... I don't see how YOU can even stand to get up every morning. No! Listen to me! You talk about your truths and beliefs. But when do you last remember thinking for yourself? I know I think for myself everyday. I hate the world I'm in. Moreover I hate this disease. My brain is so thick. It's my disease. My brain sucks up my surroundings. I know I have problems. But unlike you, I can admit it. I'd rather be honest, than be stuck in a lie. You don't have my past, or thoughts or the voices,l ike I do. You don't have people constantly breathing down your neck. But instead of inhaling and exhaling, words graze my ears. First they say how perfect I am, How much I'm liked for me, Then I hear how, how different you want me to be. You must have never seen ME at all! You see, no, you don't understand. You're on an island, with a guide, a map, and a metal detector. Why don't you realize what treasure is?? It may be buried... and you could leave for home, having never found it. So why did you go and broadcast that you did? I love people to understand me, but the thing is, you don't. I'm me. You can't change me, don't even try. If it doesn't come to me, It wasn't meant to be. Why, why didn't you wholeheartedly try to understand me?! 11:48 PM
