Diagnosis - Paranoid Schizophrenic

You don't understand. You never could. This torture... There must be a reason. The challenges I face everyday are nothing compared to others, yet how am I to have sympathy for myself? Did you all get together to do this to me? Am I the test?

Or maybe you are the test...

You are being tested. Perhaps this is just a box you live in.

How far have you ever traveled before?

Did you take a plane? Was it long enough to change the set?

Did you take a car and discover the road block or traffic jam convent's making you late?

Or how about the troubles you endure?

Is someone laughing?

I'm not. But then again, I'm getting paid right?

Or are you getting paid?

Listen to me. Just this once.

Why do others lives matter more?

This is MY story.

They are just people trained to make me feel a certain way.

I was RAISED to feel emotions. Everyone I loved was set up to be there, to be removed, or to be uncaring.

While everyone lives in their super homes with the perfect economy and no worries on a perfectly healthy planet I'M STUCK HERE IS A HELL BOX BECAUSE IT IS FUNNY TO YOU ALL.

That is why my life doesn't matter.

I could care less about the many "Starving Africans" or the "Wars" or "Corrupt Politics". They're just old tapes played to give me sensitivity and grief.

All those people you killed in front of me...

They really aren't dead. You just made me think that. They just used death as their 'ticket' to the paradise waiting for them outside of the box where they are celebrities!

But not me.

I have to deal with everyone.

They all have their own 'problems'.

HAH!

Make me laugh!

They worst trouble they saw was the next pay check in the mail.

All my friends are phony. They are just actors playing a part.

I care for imaginary people...

Just fakes...

They probably don't even care about me.

Or my story.

Yes, MY STORY.

That's what this is all about isn't it?

The Story.

What if I were to kill myself?

Would the story end?

Would you all finally come out of character and let me out of this box?!

There is so much I want to ask you guys... The people around me I guess. About their lives outside of this place, what society is like, who is around, what is the government status?, Is the world at peace?, do you really care? No. I mean CARE about me. My faults. My trials. My sufferings.

But I won't make you break the contract yet.

Not until I can prove it...

Without a doubt...

That this isn't real.

That I am not just mental.

Until then... Enjoy the show you bastards.