Hear Me

Sometimes, I feel that life is a dream.

I'm just aimlessly floating through it.

Stephen's always around.

I wish he would go away.

I know the only reason he's here is because he pities me.

He feels guilty for letting my rape happen.

Stephen sits next to me on my couch and looks over at me.

Maybe he's disgusted by me.

I rudely ask what he's staring at.

It's completely unnecessary.

He tells me I look pretty tonight.

Flattery does shit.

I tell him quit acting nice.

I hate pretending.

He says he's not acting.

But I'm not so sure if I can trust him or not.

I don't even think I can trust myself anymore.