They’re lying to me and I know it. They whisper when they don’t think I can hear them, and while their words are hidden, their tone is prevalent. They’re plotting, and I don’t know if it’s against me or for me. Either way, they aren’t allowed to hide. They aren’t allowed.

I want to rage. But then they’ll know that I know. And that is bad.

So I wait. I plot against them, like they are against me. And when the time is right (they won’t know), I’ll make sure they don’t ever break the rules again (they aren’t allowed.)