Shut up. Just…shut up. Cry all you want, as long as it’s in the dark. Curl up and cradle yourself as long as you are better by morning. No one wants the real you. You died a long time ago and I made you anew. A whole new person that people liked and people trust and people love. A good person. Can’t you be thankful for the life I’ve given you?

I wish I could. I’ve been trying hard. I do everything right, as you say. But, I’m still a stranger to myself and this isn’t ME and I am not happy. I know the truth of where my life would go if I emerged from the depths of darkness, but if I did…I would be able to float in the wind, I’d be able to be angry and sad and joyful. I would be a ghost of the present, floating and dancing and understanding the intimacy of the senses.

You aren’t allowed to be freed. Your life was meant for suffering and that is what you deserve. I don’t care for you to feel anything, I don’t care about your happiness or what you think you want. I know best. I always know best. This is what I’ve given you, the alternative leaves you a nobody. Is that what you really want? To be the abandoned orphan no one wanted? To be shunned by society? I just…I know best. I created you to have the best chance of surviving with the highest possible quality.

I’m sorry. I just want to disappear. I want my mom. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be the person you created.

Too bad. People don’t just ‘disappear’ into nothingness in this life.

Sigh. Can’t you just release my restraints, just a bit? I need to pee.

No. There is no “I” in reference to you. You died a long time ago. Only I exist now, in your body.