Mikey Eats Bugs

Mikey eats bugs. I don't eat bugs. The doctors say I'm getting better. I bet I can go home soon. Not Mikey though. Mikey is bad. Mikey hurts people. I don't hurt people.

Mikey don't like me. Mikey don't like anyone. Mikey says if he can't go home, I can't go home. Mikey is mean. I'm not mean.

Mikey hurt that nice orderly last night. The one who always saves back an extra pudding cup for me. I bet I won't get any pudding tonight. Mikey is selfish like that. I'm not selfish though. I'm good.

Mikey is the reason I'm here. He hurt a bunch of people. When the cops came Mikey was eating bugs. Big fat ones that squished and popped. He said I hurt those people. They believed Mikey, even though bugs was in his teeth. Mikey is bad and likes to get me into trouble.

But the doctors know I'm not bad. They all like me. I don't think they like Mikey very much. It's probably because he eats bugs. I don't eat bugs. The doctors think I'm special. They use a big word to describe me. I remembered the word because I'm smarter than Mikey. Dissociative identity. I don't know what it means. I bet it's really good.

Mikey eats bugs. I don't eat bugs.