The Scientists

When I was a kid, I used to think I was the only real person.

That I was stuck in a simulation, being observed by scientists.

That all other people were robots or something.

I thought all the people I knew were nothing more than situations

that the scientists confronted me with to see how I would react.

My thoughts were original but the scientists took them from me.

The scientists dug through my brain and disected every thought I had.

And now I think Maybe.

Maybe it's God. God is the scientist and the robots are angels... or demons.

Maybe he's testing me. 

Maybe there's no such thing as God. Maybe I should think like everyone else

and believe that everyone is their own person.

Maybe there's no such thing as reality.

Or maybe... just maybe... I was right.