Psychiatrist's Message Machine
by David B Trussell
Monday, June 17, 2002
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Stare around.
What do you see?
Do you see things like me?
Look again.
What repeats?
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!
Bitches.
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