We get on the escalator.
I see you three in front
already deciding on
going on the ride together.
What about me?
Your shadow?
The person that always appears
when you need things
then instantly disappears
when you don't.

You have trapped me on the
other side of the barbed wire fence.
I have scars to prove it.
You have taught me that no matter
how hard I struggle,
you will always see me as the
aloof, awkward sociopath
that you have reduced me to.

After this imprisonment is over,

I will hold the weapons.