i'm sitting alone upstairs
steeped in privilege yet resentful
of your mania
of my lack of control
of the inevitable brain damage
caused by my incessant consumption
you give me a warm place to sleep
a home when I have none
and I resent your mania
I resent your depression
I resent everything
I do not experience
everything that represents
a lack of control
everything I've given up
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