I can never tell when you're joking
she used to say,
or being serious, or sarcastic.
I never know when to laugh or cry
at what
you're telling me.
can't you be like me, without a pulse.
flat lined
and dull, always a victim, always
without a smile.
sad and depressed,
emotionally drained, physically
starved.
at least you know who I am, or at least
who i'm
pretending to be.
quit joking around and be like me.
whatever that is.
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