I am truly forgotten. I may need to go
on hunger strike, to get some recognition.
It is hard to accept that even my brother
is off my case. My guardians cringe
when there’s something raw to handle.
Father, despite his weirdness, knew me
better. I cannot idle here much longer.
The dayroom has become an insufferable
dungeon. My friend has been shifted
to the high-security wing, after she
attacked an orderly. I think I’m mortifying
from inside. If I get fat, I shall end it all.