I-Am-Me-Perfect

Look upon the king

Sitting high above

The cardboard throne painted gold

With the lies of hate

Held up by the bodies of those killed to make it

We're all actors

Every one of us

pretending, acting, faking

we've all done it

Fake smile,

Fake laugh,

Fake happy,

Fake sad.

I've bottled it all up, I can barely feel real.

What's real?

I am a child

and yet I am always seething with rage

I am a child

And yet I look at what I'm eating and wonder if I'm slowly poisoning myself

I am a child

“Hello, and welcome to my Living With Homo Sapiens support group. My name is 143-A, and I will be leading this exercise. Please introduce yourselves.”

“Hello, my name is 974-G.”