[ 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. No matter how much I scream and cry and beg, but I can hear them. 
 
 They're always whispering, and when I turn to hear them better, their lips are sealed once again. 
 
 They know what they're doing to me. The pain they've caused. 
 And I ca n't understand how far this is spread. When they stopped talking to me, it was all of a sudden. One morning they were my friends and family, and the nest they stood there, staring endlessly. 
 
 I remember those first days, I ran from house to house, screaming until I lost my voice, beating them, stabbing them. 
 
 Maybe they're punishing me. 
 
 But how could these people know what I had done, I've driven hundreds of miles, and everywhere is the same. 
 
 Simple. 
 
 They do talk.
