First day

In a normally functioning brain (one thats not insane) the temporal lobe fires when we recall a past event. Those who have it shut off are heaven sent. I'm sure you're spent so I'll continue. In a person with r(I)p this circut is overactive or permanently switched on. I know your brain can't handle that bomb so ill move on (pretentious). Now every event is being perceived while simultaneously triggering a memory of the same event (spit) a memory that doesn't exist.
I realize where they sit.
The jerk on the left making me second guess if ive seen this before.
The man in the middle trying to hold open the door like a fiddle.
The woman on the right fighting with the fact that she's secretly impressed.
I digress.
Im sitting in a metal chair with the world staring at me.
Every day is the first day that I'm here.
I have a thought so near to my lips I can taste it.
I start to have a fit of laughter as I realize that if this was a youtube video it would only have 253 views.
I feel so used.
Then I remember the term that they called me while I was alive in a past life when I got the last right of being called normal.
Where everyday was in the same old beehive and everyone looked so formal.
"Chronic deja vu."
I used my phone home.
"Let me guess.. you've heard this before?"
Says the man on the left with a condescending tone.
I feel so alone so I shake my head no.
But they know.
So they go on to call me crazy, angry and confused.
I feel so defeated.
I feel so used.
If I have to repeat this, I'll make sure that I'm brused to try and relate my mind with the time.
I'm not here to lose.

Based on a short film called "first day".