The Lies

Sir didn’t like my writing.

He said to “be honest this time.”

I was honest.

Fuck everyone.

Now he says to write the lies. Write the lies that are in my head, even if I know they’re lies. He says to write them down.

He’s trying to trick me. He’ll go send this to my doctors and then they’ll know. It’s a trick. He thinks I’m stupid.

Fine. You want lies? Here are yours…

People like me.

I’m a capable person.

I’m a good teacher.

I’m a good patient.

I’m responsible.

I have good social skills.

I know when to shut up.

My principal likes me.

I’m a good friend.

I matter.

My pain matters.

There’s more to life than continuing to breathe.

Other people care about anything other than me continuing to breathe.

Pain matters.

Anyone exists who can help me.

There’s a point.

It will get better.