and with this we learn to appreciate true suffering the angry helpless feeling    of it all becomes something to take a strict comfort in the words that we use    become mundane and tired to us because all we have felt has remained constant    for so long the words we hear from you are cliched and worn and I can mimic your    every breath when we realize what it is we are looking for and understanding    comes a mix of omnipotence and banality a disgusting exercise in conceit and    condescend tear away the flesh and it is still there simmering in its own    terrible nature nobody asked for this nobody wants this but it kills us all    and I can mimic your every breath and we learn to appreciate true suffering