[InThePooPoo]

I'm not worth anything.

I already know that... my body is misshapen...
My ears are covered in hair....
My spine sticks from my back and hangs around... moves on its own.

I can't see.

Father always said I was worthless.

Most people at school agree with him, I guess,
and that's fine.
I'm used to it.

But what about the people that don't?
There are people who believe in me... people who...
for some reason, don't want to see me starve and die in a corner.
Are they just... wrong?



BARK BARK

BARK

BARK BARK BARK

I can't hear myself think sometimes.
Sometimes it is so loud that by the time it stops,
I've already tried to stab someone...

Like they're the source of the noise.

But I've already ended up flat on my back with a boot in my face.
A reminder of how little I am to all of them.
It's normal now.

I deserve it.




I deserve it.