It would seem that I’m under a telescope, where they look you over with intention to find what is wrong with you. They need to search for you to find your faults. These faults are based on their own decided knowledge of what they deem to be right or wrong. The list is long, their hands are cold. You lay bare with no way of escaping unless you simply get up and leave but how can we when they tie us down if we try. We almost know instantly, there is no point in fighting back now or maybe there is? Do we dare bare scars that reminds of our fight?
Yet, it’s never that simple, it seems this personal opinion should matter or that it does matter. I wish I could leave them with words that resonate how wrong they are and how they make me feel but who cares about feels right when your delivered apparent facts and logic. I am always wrong, no matter what you do. I never succeed in their role for you and no matter what I give it’s never good enough. What you leave is a shell of a person. Everything good has been stolen by you.
You present yourself to be gentle and careful but through the deception, you have stolen all that was good. Careful hands are careful lies. Premeditated and executed to perfection. So here I am somewhere in between life and nothingness. You stole me. The very essence of who I am has been removed for your temporary gain. You deceived me with your words dressed as tenderness and truth.
I knew it was too good to be true, yet I lay awake as you worked me over and took me down. You will never be caught because of how you lie. The clever words, ready to deceive at any given moment so your victims may have no voice, no power against you. Who could believe a hollow human and who wouldn’t believe a whole one?
So maybe next time the Doctor calls you to their office and tries to convince you that you’re sick. Tell them you had your health before them, that their opinion stinks.
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