Helpless
It goes against almost all I believe in, but I must confess…
Sometimes I like playing helpless.
I can show how despite it all I can keep my kindness and sincerity.
It’s a sick game, that I take up at every opportunity.
I apologize to the makers, but it is not about my mortal coil-
It is a matter of mind- take away the voice, and I can spew thoughts as haphazardly as I please, and no one will care- but I’ll be satiated.
And isn’t that all that matters?
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