Third Segment

 

 

They threw me into a car.

I was eating a fruit before they came.

They forced me to get up.

But I did nothing wrong.

Again.

 

 

 

I am inside a car.

 

That guy is sitting in front of me.

That girl is sitting behind me.

Those people are sitting beside me.

I'm actually being brought out.

Am I that special?

 

 

 

Those people dropped us off in that new house.

 

It's smaller than the older one;

It has less people compared to the first one.

That means there are less people like me.

I hate it.

 

 

 

There are more of those people in this house.

 

But those people have brighter smiles.

Those people have lighter touches.

Those people have softer voices.

But they are all fake.

Absolutely fake.

It is worse here.