The Truth Proffeet.
Enter room, rap session.
Bullshit about your "chrome ball" that exists in side of you.
Music, crying, cop-outs.
They tell you the "truth" about you summed up in one emotionally uncomfortable word.
They tell you your "lie" in one barbaric word- mine was "dopefiend."
They come up with a bunch of stupid "tools" which are actually just quotes from great men of the past like "the Truth shall Set you Free." and "the harder the Truth to tell, the Truer the friend that tells it." (in other words an excuse to barbarically tear someone to shreds with their words- and yes- words CAN cause profound damage!)
More brutality, make you look eachother in the eyes and tell your most hidden humiliating secrets, then they pat you on the back, let you cry for a while, and tell you you're a good person and send you out into the school after 24 hour sleep deprevation, spaced out like a zombie, and babbling all the words they forced down your throat, and half-believing all their lies for the sake of your own sanity.
Half-way broken down, wondering if anything is even real anymore, wondering who the fuck you are anymore, wondering if you'll ever be you again, wishing you could just die.
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[ This Message was edited by: Bryan Felsher on 2005-01-11 10:46 ]