Shame. Shame on you, society for making it this way. We’re mad as hell and we’re not going to take this anymore. We’re sick of . . . you making us sick. For all our lives.
No, it’s not completely your fault you set me up. US up (yeah, broken mind here – not ALL your fault – but some.) And every one of those parts is angry at you. There’s been times . . . well, lets not go there. You don’t want to make former Marines (who are protecting innocent children) angry.
But he’s mad as hell too; we all are.
Because we’ve never been able to be who we are. That’s why.
“And why’s that?” You ask?
Well, just like Mr. Michael in “Halloween”, guess what.
You – yes YOU – made us put on a mask every single rotten day of our lives. The only time we could take them off when was, oh, say when we were begging someone to molest us so we could feel something like love.
Tell me that ain’t a rotten deal; a real freakin’ peach, all full of worms. And yeah; you crammed it in and we’ve had to choke it down; now we’re puking it up – and you’re friggin’ surprise.
Well guess what. It’s Halloween. Michael’s come out.
LOL, that’s about as bad as it gets. After all – you are Society. What are you going to do? Yeah, that’s right: guy’s a nut, get out the chains; put him up and throw away the key.
Oh, wait – isn’t that what they did to Michael, at the beginning. LOL, it’s beginning to make sense.
You’re scared. Even though I’m was a productive citizen, served in the armed forces, worked my ass off for years – for YOU.
And still the masks.
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