Monkeys in my Brain

The last time that I sat outside the door and wailed at the monkeys was three weeks ago. The largest one came outside and began throwing feces at me, but I dodged it well enough to avoid becoming covered in it. Just a little bit on my shoes.

Singing loudly to the voices in my head sometimes scares the people in the lab, but they get over it. But not until they leave. When they stare at me with their frightened eyes I feel the tears drip down my cheeks. Why is life so cruel to me? How can I convince the dark lord to take me, take me now (take me nowwwwwww....BECAUSE THE NIGHT!!!!)

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February 06, 2002 - 09:33 AM