Do Not Annoy Me With Logic Please

They are sassy, and assertive, and they spin me on my head. They are marching, and starching. They will control me ‘til I’m dead. They are bullying me, and there are a hundred of them strong. I need to escape this jazzy world that has a lot of things quite wrong. They are sitting on the shelf, staring, laughing when I wail or I cry. They are making fun of my sister, and one yesterday poked me in the eye. They are talking about me, and they always laugh at me behind my back. They are mean as snot, and I am tired, of being the one always on attack. How do you know they are always making fun of you if you did not hear what they said? How do you know they were rolling eyes at you, it could have been the teacher instead. How do you know they said it if you did not hear a tiny single word? Shut up! She told me soundly. Your logic is disgustingly absurd.