doctor hamster used to tell me my legs weren't wooden. I just fractured them, and that I was lucky to be alive. that's why I was back in the white box. that's why my foot was wrapped in a cast
but I know it's lies. it's their job to feed me lies. my legs are wooden and that's why they stare at me. why I couldn't run from their white, sterile coats
that's why they would feed me pills and tie me down in bed
because I was too dangerous
they were going to make me completely wood. so I couldn't move, so I couldn't eat. so I couldn't paint
They were trying to tame a monster
