"You have no inspiration." says the voice inside my head
It tells me I am lost in my fears of utter dread
Convulsing with the spasms of worry and anxiety
Realizing I will never fit right into the society
"I do not like the way this is going." says the voice again
What should I do? I answer to you, the voice inside my brain
"Do not expose my secrets, as I've told to you before.
I am your burden alone and will not be pushed out the door."
I know that you are mine alone and that you will not leave
but I must release some part so I do not live in grieve.
"No one will believe you, so you should not even try.
They've become so accustomed to the times I make you
cry. You are just a bore and nuisance to their lives
that they find any excuse to sneak away and grow and thrive.
Your 'loved ones' only love you because you are so needy of them.
They know that if they leave you it's your life they will condemn."
No, no, you may speak the truth, but please don't make me hear it.
I already know these things, but I do not want to believe it.
Why won't you go away and leave me as I am? You're the reason
I can not relax and enjoy myself as Just Sam.
I do not want you! I do not need you! Why won't you please just DIE!
"Haha, you can not kill me unless you shoot yourself through the eye."
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-BOOM!-
-SPLATTER-
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the END
Written March 13, May 1, May 8, 2006
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