Jeff Rigged It

MY MIND IS A BATTLEGROUND, TORN BETWEEN WHAT I KNOW TO BE TRUE AND THE WEB OF LIES YOU’VE SPUN AROUND ME. I’M CONSTANTLY ON EDGE, SECOND-GUESSING EVERY WORD, EVERY ACTION, EVERY VIOLENT URGE. THEY’VE EVEN STARTED PLANTING FALSE EVIDENCE, MAKING IT SEEM LIKE I’M PARANOID FOR NO REASON. THEY PRETEND TO BE CONCERNED, OFFERING SHALLOW REASSURANCES THAT NO ONE EVEN CARES WHAT I WAS DOING 30 YEARS AGO… THAT I REALLY SHOULD KEEP THAT CRAZY KNOWLEDGE BOWL STUFF TO MYSELF… THAT I SHOULD SHUT UP ABOUT A STUPID COMPETITION NO ONE EVEN KNOWS ABOUT… ALL THE WHILE THEY’RE STABBING ME IN THE BACK AND TREATING JEFF LIKE HE’S SOME KIND OF… SAINT… LIKE A WINNER… I’M TRAPPED IN HIS TWISTED DANCE, AND HE HOLDS ALL THE STRINGS.