Anxiety Play.

Person A: Sir?
Person B: Yes?
Person A:You are under arrest.
Person B: No.
Person A: You are under arrest sir.
Person B: No.
Person A: I shall shoot sir.
Person B: No.
Person A: I shall shoot sir.
Person B: No.
Person A: I shall shoot sir.
Person B: No.
Person A: I hate you.
Person B: No.
Person A: I shall crucify you.
Person B: Not so.
Person A: I shall poison you.
Person B: Not so.
Person A: I shall murder you.
Person B: Not so.
Person A: Think of the winter.
Person B: Never.
Person A:I am going to kill you.
Person B: I said, never!
Person A: I will shoot.
Person B: You have already said that once.
Person A: Now come along.
Person B: You can't arrest me.
Person A: Why not?
Person B: You may take me into custody but no more.
Person A: Then I shall take you into custody.
Person B: By all means.
Allows himself to be taken into custody and lead away; stage grows dark, the audience feels duped and there are catcalls and whistles.
The chorus cries "Where's the author? Throw him out! Rubbish!".

~Kurt Schwitters.

When I was 14, I wrote this on my door in thick, black permanent marker.
My mother was not impressed.
But I loved it.

When I was 15, I wrote underneath on a postit.
" Dada is nihilistic,
It has no meaning,
no soul,
I may as well be the reincarnated soul of this movement,
I think I will self destruct.
And be born again, unbeknownst,
into a different shade of misery"

Dramatic much?
Also spellcheck is pretty sure unbeknownst isn't a word.