The End

Regard your existence.

"So, tell me your source.

Oop's I mean your story.

I am uneducated in a sort."

"Talk about your troubles.

Freely, Openly,

Honestly!!

Be truthful, start at the beginning."

Well, I am bothered.

"Thank you."

Excuse me?

(moment of silence.)

I don't know who my father is.

I did not have a mother.

I had a Malignant Narcissist instead.

"Stop there.

A lot of people suffer from that."

Period.

End your self-expression.

Silently spoken with no words.

Question?

(Audible)

"Yes."

Do you know anyone like that?

I would like to meet them.

"No."

Oh!

"Pity is a self-gratification."

Who wants it?

"What."

I don't understand what you are saying.

"I know you don't,

that is our problem."

What problem?

"The one we are having."

I thought I was supposed to tell you my problem.

"NO!

I never said that,

I SAID................."

Bad Idea.

Silence.

Not Golden,

just smart.

Follow me to the circle,

I'll dig a hole,

you fall in.

The End