I will stand,
I will tell,
The world my name
Before it all comes to an end.
Breaking and crumbling
Into dust.
That shall not be me
For I will stand tall
On top of the world
For I will tell all
My name.
Hear me now.
Before I won’t hear you.
Before I won’t be me
And forget what I
Wanted to say.
Cause you’ll regret
Being the one
Who stopped me
From being me.
a place with food
“Good morning.”
good morning
“Let us begin.”
Do I talk to myself?
......
yes.
wait a minute.
does thinking count?
“No.”
ok then,
yes.
Do I talk to other objects?
...would I be weird if I said yes?
but only sometimes, I swear.
“Just answer the question.”
...yea, I do.
Do I share my feelings with my friends?
“Could you just answer my questions without repeating them, please?”
well then, it depends.
“On what?”
Whether I want to have a emancipation from my parents at the time.
“Hmm. It would seem that you have problems.”
.....................
ok.. I’m going to leave now.
—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——-
I shall conquer the world,
one story at a time.
..yes, I have problems
(but really, who doesn’t?)
and no, I actually never went to therapy before.
Maybe I should though
I heard my friend got free food out of it.
Published on December 29, 2007.
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