Dear Mind,

           I was "disciplined" with torturous pain. Unable to escape. The one that "loves" me teases me with the key to my cage. Now that I'm out, people point and say; "You've changed." No shit, a puppy turns pit when you constantly poke it. Mocking me with my mistakes... Taunting me with your "perfections"... My electric collar Is triggered every time I'm expressin', my naturally flawed nature that Isn't satisfactory to your perception. Every step I take, is critiqued with reverence. Threaten me with no support, what's worse than love without acceptance. Congrats, you've attained my resentment. Looking at you, a mirror of buried traits manifestin'. You expect you don't accept. That's why as a persona, you don't have my respect. I love progress and could give a fuck about being your perfect. You shoot darts, poisoned with criticism into my heart. You breathe hypocrisy, judge constantly, fill me with anxiety, self doubt, as you shout, shout, and SHOUT! You shake your head In disapproval, when I trip or slip. With a face of antipathy you look on, in awe. Yet I never beat you with your flaws. You induce suicidal contemplation. You avoid self confrontation. You never OPEN to listen. You're more interested In dishin' criticism, rather than constructive, theirs a BIG difference. You try to copy and paste the blueprint of the amygdala, onto whoever lives an alternative life.  How serpentine... Because of your loyalty to cognitive dissonance, I love you from a distance. What you call advice strikes me with worry, that and you, I don't like. Pressure, expectation, suffocation, judgment... You don't want a unique experience with me to share and hone, you want a clone to call your own. You push me closer to the edge, to the edge of physical destruction, to the edge of spiritual production.

             Born with or without your permission, yet a choice I was never given. Irrelevant is the life I prefer. Given, was preferences of the system to which you refer. You got your wishes... Livin' In a television.. On drugs that are borderline addictin'... Physical injections and mental incisions, because you chose to eat cheap. Now your rate of decay has increased. But at least you know how to save, how to obey. Now all that energy goes to pills, bills, and occasional thrills. Yeah....that's the way. Live your death or live your life. When my existence you attempt to dictate, unification and revolution replaces the hate. Loosing my life because I'm using you, Mind. Attemptin' to edit, disappointed In who I am? Great! I don't have to waste energy on helping you innerstand. This isn't personal. My choices symbolize my appreciation, for this realization,brought to light by your nature that is changeless. My intuition, I have no choice but to pursue. I must walk In your shoes? Born to breathe, think, walk, talk, feel, live, worship, believe, and percieve like the rest... Indistinguishable from the inbred nest. All I want to do, is be more like me, and be less like you. Now I'm physically numb. Now I'm spiritually free. I'd rather fail being an original, than succeed being a copy. Thank you, for that kick in the teeth.

                                                                                                                                The Heart