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This Actually Happened To Me

They want me to be what they want me to be, I want to be me and I'm a problem you see, and mum says do what makes them pleased she wants me to be what she wants me to be, they want me to be a servant to their needs, and they disrespect, ignore, and neglect me, they call me a liar who attention seeks, they joke openly, and tell everybody, who don't know me, but suddenly believe, they know me as needy, that's how they treat me, my unnoticed grief added to unnoticedly, as my reality is not real it's just make believe, as I should be silent and what they want me to be, a servant beneath who they compete with and beat, oh I didn't say, in their head a need to better me, I don't compete yet still they keep repeating, and now I'm gone forever they say it's a mystery, saying it's all random made up untrue history, and that they think my head is gone mentally, while mum interacts with them and never me, fuelling their view, their make believe reality, thinking I'm the problem causing the misery, she's dead, they're gone and everyone's pissed at me, she talks her side, they talk their side, I'm not believed, no one even knows because no one listens to me, manipulators have a motivation and I simply cease, anyone they manipulate is someone I don't need, I'm better off now I've left behind this mental disease, the people are the disease and their believers are sheep. They want me to be what they want me to be, a mental disease who attention seeks, who admits make believe so the blame is on me, whilst they're in the free selflessly seen helping me. Shallow dreams (they tried to get me sectioned) desperate deeds, because I did reject them, CONTROL I CEASED.

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