Present: Tense!
Published by iz on Wednesday, August 17, 2005 at 2:25 AM.
They are talking about me. And it’s driving me crazy. They said they are concern about me. And they are discussing about me. They are talking about me. I cannot stand it. Why can’t they just shut up? Why must they make it as though my life is so mysterious that they need to analyse and talk about me?
They don’t know me. They DO NOT know me.
So what if I’m unwell? So what if I’m crazy?
Does that make me an idiot that you can discuss about my issues openly in front of me? Why can’t you talk behind my back? Why must you make me the subject every time you meet? WHY?!
Why do you treat me like an idiot? Why do you treat me like a crazy person? Why do you see me as something foreign? Why do you see me as something so pathetic in your pathetic little eyes and pathetic little mind?
I do not need any sympathy if this is the disgrace that I get. I do not need any sympathy if you think that respect is the last thing I need.
I do not need you to talk about me.
Stop repeating and repeating and repeating!!!
Just shut up!!!
