Psychiatrist's Message Machine
by David B Trussell
Monday, June 17, 2002
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What do you see?
Do you see things like me?
Do you see dreamers like me?
Blink your eyes.
Oopen them wide.
Listen to the inside's.
Realize that I despise your tries.
Resize and deprive me until you die.
Decide to buy me fake lives,
Remind me to time myself set free.
What else should I be?
I'm not what you all believe.
I'm not an insecure hippy Jesus freak.
I'm not hooked on phonics or geeky things.
I'm not what you believe.
I am free of life theiving tyrants.
I am free of hell seeping pirates.
I am a human being.
Not your test tube.
(Vulgar language is coming)
Fucking listen you nonseeing bitch screwing asshole!
I am me! I am fucking fine!
I can't bleed! I'm fucking alright!
Look at me!
Survey my wrists!
Check my piss for drugs and shit!
You're fucking blind!
I.... Am.... God.... Damn.... Fine!