“how does it feel?”like acid on my soul

“[my name]”
yes?
“how does that make you feel?”
nothing.
“are you angry at someone”
try using a plural.
“why”
are you so naieve.
“im only trying to help”
this should be an easy job for you, take peoples money so you can just get into other peoples business who by the way, dont want you in there.
“why are you being so troubling?”
because i have snapped. i dont care anymore. ive been judged for my sexuality, race[s], mind being, style.
my mother told me im a mistake. that fate must have given her the wrong child. that i obviously am not of her blood.
oh, im sorry, are you getting uncomfortable?
my best friend died two days ago. and you sit there and write on your pad, nod, say, “what can i do to help?”
well sweetie, dig a six foot grave, buy a 22 millimeter, shoot me 15 times in the head, drag my body into the hole, and push the earth back in.
“you know i cant do that, i want to help”
well looking at me behind the contacts wont do anything for me.
i need affirmative action
i need OUT.