My mom thinks I could be a comedian other than just my future profession.
I've heard from time to time that I could funny.
But, the concept in itself is funny.
Funny, that evil beings can just be funny.

I already know she would be disappointed.

But that is why I switch it on and off.
Go between reality and hell.
Cause in that hell, a spare part of me resides.

But what's more funny, is that she thought of me as miserable more than anything else.
Maybe that is the true disdain of it all.