Like a Machine

Sometimes, the cars go by and I think of things that might be the cause of my parents and I get upset.  Sometimes, in private, I think of things with other people that are bad by accident, but it's their fault it comes up.

I keep feeling so much pressure by my egg sacks.

I'm pretty sure this is all bad.  I'm tired of complaining for now and wanted to relax at home.

Well, this morning I felt my nails kinda go out on the left hand when my dad left for work.  I met him at the corner.  I had met my mom at the other corner.

It's funny I used to draw toenails on the TV and pimples, for my brother and of my dad.  I wonder what that means...

People keep picking on me like they can.  It's not really funny I was made vulnerable, but I know a lot.  I'm like a machine!

I'm tired of being stimulated in perverted ways.  LEAVE ME ALONE!  This is why you need to be ******.