the simple truth
you just don’t know how to do it,
you know that,
and you can’t do a lot of other
useful things either.
it’s the fault of the
way you were raised,
some of it,
and you’ll never learn now,
it’s too late.
you just can’t do certain things.
could show you how to do them
but you still wouldn’t do them
right.
learned how to do a lot of necessary things
when I was a little girl
and I can still do them now.
had good parents but
your parents never gave you enough
attention or love
so you never learned how to do
certain simple things.
know it’s not your fault but
think you should be aware of how
limited you are.
here, let me do that!
now watch me!
see how easy it is!
take your time!
you have no patience!
now look at you!
you’re mad, aren’t you?
can tell.
you think I can’t tell?
I’m going downstairs now,
my favorite tv program is coming
on.
and don’t be mad because
tell you the simple truth about
yourself.
do you want anything from
downstairs?
snack?
no?
are you sure?
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