[ WP ] The only , and deranged , live man on the planet does n't know that he lives among mannequins . Start with the line , `` They do n't usually answer back to what I say . ''

They do n't usually answer back to what i say. That is actually not true. They never answer me. There are days when i ask my self why i even bother saying anything. I have this delusion that one of them must answer me. These mannequins cant talk though. If they can then they taunt me. 
 
 They stand there and stare at me. They taunt me with their silence. They're ignoring me. I know they can hear me. Why would they continue to stare at me if they could n't? 
 
 I yelled at her today. We were sitting at the dinner table. I dressed her in her favorite dress. A pink blouse with a flowery pattern on it. She looked stunning. The perfect imagery of beauty. I asked her to perform a simple task. Pass the salt. It was so simple. Yet she ignored me. she just sat there. So I yelled and I yelled and I yelled. I yelled for hours at her. I yelled so long that my voice hurt. Now it hurts to say anything. I am trapped within my self now. 
 
 I've decided to stop saying anything. My voice hurts to much anyway. What is the difference between me and them. I can no longer talk. I've lost everything yet I do n't feel bad. I finally fit in. All i can do now is get in line with them and stare.
